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characteristic of
none & yet
everything that is
…my muse
touches my soul
with introspective
desire like
casting spells
like magic
each word trickles
than flows like
ink drop pearls
to my pen
capturing the
essence of time
no longer
a floating tide of
black in an
inkwell
© May 2013
Renee Espriu
reneejustturtleflight.com 
smiles…i bet the ink is happy to be free of the well and given a bit of purpose…i think there is def a bit of magic in putting pen to paper and breaking hte verse loose from your heart as well…
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Thank You! Sometimes if so feels like that.
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Oh gosh I like this, that last stanza is like magic…rounds the poem off like a spell! I love it!
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Why thank you! This one surprised me, as well.
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Like Diane ( pandamoniumcat) I love the last stanza. A perfect close and it is all rather magical. I like the illustration you chose to complement it as well. Altogether nicely done, Renee. Bravo!
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Thanks Jamie! Sometimes it seems I try so hard to write because it is there and needs to be put down and then it doesn’t come but other times…well, perhaps, you have had the same thing happen. Maybe it does with writers in general. Appreciate your comment.
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smiles…the transformation from ink to verse…kinda magical process isn’t it..nicely captured renee…
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Thank you Claudia!
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How great — I could add that with your poetry the black ink transform to all the colors of the rainbow… I only wish I ever learned to write poetry that way… it seems so cool.
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Seems I don’t always have the knack but this time the words were there for me. Thank You Bjorn.
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Magic indeed!
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Thanks Rowan!
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This is beautiful Renee….love ink drop pearls, the path the words follow to get written for others to read ..ah.
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Thank You! Sometimes when I am actually very tired I seem to write words that just flow. One never knows.
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Beeeautiful. That’s the way to write!
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Thank you Viv. Your comment means alot.
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I like the idea that our words are magic. If we are to believe Robert Graves (in ‘The White Goddess’), originally poetry was just that!
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Thank you and I so agree.
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So ein schönes Gedicht,ich wünsche eine gute sonnige Woche Grüße lieb Gislinde
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Danke für Ihren Besuch. 🙂
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Rosemary brought up one of my favorite books and your poem invokes that magic. A lovely look at the ars poetica.
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Thanks Anna! Your prompt got me to thinking…which can be a good thing.
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Renee, looking back through all these wonderful poems and posts, you do indeed spread your words like Magic… Wonderful..
Sounds as if you have been in for a VERY Busy time with long hours and retraining still on the go.. I hope that all will soon be settled within your Sale of your home and that your new sweet home will be all you wish it to be…
Sending you loads of Dreamwalker Hugs, and It seems Life has taken us on our own busy journey’s.. But each new bend in the road brings its own Magic into our lives..
Renee, thank you for being such a wonderful Friend.. always supportive, even when busy………
I wish I had time to comment upon ALL your more recent posts… But know I have read them and for me YOU always bring Such Magic to your verse..
Love the New name and header by the way….. Transformation! is held within the Butterfly… I hope your life is transformed to one of Peace and Tranquillity very soon…
Love Sue xoxox
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I don’t get to write as much and quite frankly, until things settle down, it will be like that. I do try to get over and see what you are up to. You have been inspirational to so many and it is so appreciated. Blessings.
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