At dVerse Mish is hosting Prosery (144 words of prose) with an invitation to use the line “The seed of a poem lay dormant in my heart.” from the poem ‘Winged Words’ by Valsa George. For more detail follow the link below.
dVerse Poets – Prosery – Valsa George “The Accidental Poet”
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“I live like a poet and I’ll die like a poet.” Bob Dylan
Becoming
The seed of a poem lay dormant in my heart, but how was I to know? It was asleep, undisturbed and untouched by the rhythm of my life. Little did I know that it was waiting in that fertile soil of my experience to burst into life, a veritable springtime of my soul. Waiting for the moment I would awaken and finally see what it was. And one day it did just that, burst forth and claimed my life with all its energy in an urgency of love, to speak in words unknown that came from the depths of me. Strangers become intimate friends in the exchange of meaning and understanding where it connects for real in the heart. That seed became my life, became a poem, became a collection which continues to grow, becoming at long last, the seed of a book.
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A perfect ode to poetry in prose form!
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Thank you very much Liz 🙂
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You’re welcome, Paul.
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Wonderful.
“And one day it did just that, burst forth and claimed my life with all its energy in an urgency of love, to speak in words unknown that came from the depths of me.”
A beautiful way to describe how poetry/writing can capture us.
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Many thanks Mish, much appreciated.
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“Springtime of my soul.” … beautiful!
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Thank you so much Susan.
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Happy bursting and birthing of the book.
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Many thanks Paul 🙂
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Words of a true poet, Paul. I love this part “(it) burst forth and claimed my life with all its energy in an urgency of love, to speak in words unknown that came from the depths of me. Strangers become intimate friends in the exchange of meaning and understanding where it connects for real in the heart.”
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Very kind words, thank you for them LuAnne.
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“Strangers become intimate friends in the exchange of meaning and understanding where it connects for real in the heart.” Beautifully stated, Paul. It is for real.
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Thank very much indeed Lisa, yes, it must be so, it must be so.
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You’re very welcome ❤
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Such a beautiful word picture of your the flowering of your passion
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