Seize the Ink

And the days are not full enough
And the nights are not full enough
And life slips by like a field mouse
Not shaking the grass.
~ Ezra Pound

 

Ink won’t wait
forever
to be shaped.

Thoughts must be
seized and quill(ed)
when they want,

if feels are
to become
poetry.

 

the wee notes…
– after sharing Ezra Pound’s poem… Kim, over at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, invited us to write a piece about “just doing it”. So, I just did it. In the shape of a Tricube: 3 stanzas of 3 lines, each line 3 syllables.
– linked to Poets United.

 

63 thoughts on “Seize the Ink”

  1. I love that ‘seize the day’ has become ‘Seize the Ink’, Magaly, and that
    ‘Ink won’t wait
    forever
    to be shaped’
    and feels become poetry!
    I also love the visual that accompanies your tricube, Magaly, another form I haven’t attempted in a while. Thank you for just doing it!

  2. This is why I have notebooks scattered everywhere in my house and one in my purse at all times. There are some things that just need to be expressed immediately. Wait too long and it can fade into a ghost of an idea.

  3. I really like how you used “feels” instead of feelings — it makes for a more personal note as poetry generally is. And the thoughts to be quilled is so very cool. I love it!

  4. Indeed, we must seize the ink.. and let it bleed.

    I am smiling to see a love letter from Africa in your post. I sent a little something off to you about two or three weeks ago.. but you know how long it takes.. hope you get it before Christmas!

    Love you lots.

  5. I’ve gotten pretty good at writing haiku in the dark on the pad I keep beside my bed for those inspired moments during the night.

  6. I feel your poem was written just for me. I am a champion procrastinator. There’s a manuscript on my desk. The work in progress has taken more than 4 years!!! Yes – I must seize that ink!

  7. You have imbued these words with wings. A beautifully crafted little piece. Love the form (thanks for the intro). The close, on this, is splendiferous. But really, all the lines ~ sigh ~ are possessed of that wise and wonderful linger-worthy quality … whilst wafting light-as-air from the page-screen. THIS IS FAB!

  8. Ah, the mystery of thought to paper or other human interface means. Well defined, Magaly.
    I was sooo glad to see your presence here. Been missing you.
    ..

  9. Yes, seize the ink, seize the paint, the clay, the fabric, the raw ingredients for a feast! However you create, get with it! It is ALL valid! (Not so secret advice to myself this morning! Hahahaha!)
    Thanks for the artful nudge, Goddess!

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