Sharing Is Magic that Grows…

A poem is a gift of wonder, one that never stops giving itself, that never stops growing, that never stops evolving with the love that feeds it…

Those were my thoughts after reading Victoria Patella’s latest post, which includes one of my stitched poetry bits—“I am made of wild”—and a delicious poem by her.

see how Victoria made the poetry grow for her

Victoria’s words, her way of digesting the piece, the way in which she relates what she sees… helped me answer a question I hadn’t known I was asking: Why is it that the word “ink”, in a page I’m blacking out, is so difficult for me to resist?

My last three blackout poem bits (after I crafted the first one, a friend challenged me to create two more using the worlds “love” and “ink” *like that’s a real challenge*):

“I art my love in ink.”


“I live for bold ink
‘n’ cheeky love.”


In the sun,
love her eyes,
her cheek…
in ink.

*to see the first two on Instagram, click here and here*

Photos evolve, too… as you share them and re-experience them with others. When I first saw the picture below, I thought, I really love my t-shirt, and, I so love seeing a bit of urban wild in the middle of New York City, and Goodness, I could cut worlds with that jaw. Hey, I think a lot. Anyway, then someone described what they saw in the picture, and added at least 13 more thoughts to my list.

Sharing is magic that grows.

25 thoughts on “Sharing Is Magic that Grows…”

  1. I love that shirt! I came home from the thrift store with my $2 treasure of the day “Posters By Maurice Sendak”, and then seen your post and shirt. I yelled synchronicity and showed the kids your picture. I might just have to do a post of the posters before I frame a few.

  2. That’s a great photo of you!

    Back in the 90s, there used to be a women’s feminist bookstore in Winnipeg called “Bold Ink.” It was a great store and women’s space! Anyway, its name was meant to express the idea that women’s lives should be written in BOLD, not regular, typeface. Take up space! Be noticed! Live out loud!

  3. Magaly , love that photo of you and all that flora-magic surrounding you. You are like an enchantress who knows a secret, beckoning us closer or daring us inward! totally love it! I’ll bite!

    Love all that you shared and thank you for shining your magic on me today, very sweet and generous!
    Your blackout poetry feeds my soul… a beautiful feast..loving that yellow too!
    have a sweet day

  4. I can understand the allure of the word “ink”. Even though I (mostly) get my thoughts down in pixel form, ink feels like the blood of written expression.

    And yes, I love the shirt. I have great memories of reading that story to my kids when they were small.

  5. Ooooh… I like that description by Rommy: “ink feels like the blood of written expression.” ❤

    I love that picture of you! I love you being a *wild thing* in a spot of urban jungle-y goodness! I wanna jump into that photo and frolic a bit with you! 😀

    • Ha! I laughed aloud because I just quoted it back to Rommy. Isn’t it perfect? Wow.

      One of these days, New York or Australia will tremble. Because our getting together won’t stay back forever.

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