Memory around me

I remembered today,how i used to write,everything and anything that came to mind,a joke or phrase i found funny or insightful,a quote from a book or poem,i have fallen once more into inspiration for inspirations sake.I have a collection of Russian novels beside my Stephen king books,also a poetry book filled with roughly translated words of obscure poets.They write not to earn money or recognition of any kind,they write to be heard,they write to share and give themselves in the form of well articulated and versed words,in their mother tongue,such beauty and creativity,heartfelt and meaningful,moments captured for all of time and shared like a photograph.

Words are only ever truly accepted, become a part of you, if you have experience in their meaning, if you have evolved your emotions, gained experience, controlled the bad ones and have embraced the beautiful ones. The tears, the laughs, the smiles. Allow the anguish on your face to tell your story, when words fail you, allow it to express you, your tired eyes speak louder than words. A picture is worth a thousand, but your eyes are the mirror to your soul.

“There is some kiss we want with our whole lives, the touch of spirit on the body. Seawater begs the pearl to break its shell. And the lily, how passionately it needs some wild darling! At night, I open the window and ask the moon to come and press its face against mine. Breathe into me. Close the language-door and open the love window. The moon won’t use the door, only the window”

Written by a Russian poet, it has always held my imagination; given me something to dream of.It has given me renewed love of writing,and perhaps that is why i write this now,not for recognition but simply for myself and to myself,to answer the unending array of questions which fill my mind,this is a form of self expression.Who knows how much we have to say,i guess i too cannot know until it’s all layed out,so for now i will write, undertake an endeavour and along the way maybe ill understand the meaning to my own words.

Words are precious choose them carefully.



~ by wingstruck on December 9, 2010.

2 Responses to “Memory around me”

  1. words are the veins that sustain and express the soul. imagination is the raindrops of the spring on the withered and starved flower on a stem, giving life and resurrects an otherwise barren mind. inspiration is the breath that revives a battered soldier, furthering one’s cause and purpose in life. ♪

  2. Dear Wingstruck , you say ” Words are precious choose them carefully. ” , and I add that some are fortunate like you to not have to choose but instead have the words … instinctively .
    Cheers ,
    You got the talent dear .
    I’ll send you a personilized copy of the Recipe

    Super regards ,

    P.S. please sanitize this PS and my e-mail later from the comments box ,thanks !

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