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Outlet
by Amanda J CobbAnd yet sometimes words are
so far from my lips,
it needs I must take up
my pen
and so give the creative flow
an outlet other
than the spoken word;
I would not hinder
that electric current
which sparks
from the deep recesses of my mind,
for fear that
the exchange between
those dusty corners
and my fingertips
would cease,
leaving me as nothing
but the embodiment of dull. 08/07/2000 Posted on 09/22/2001
Copyright © 2025 Amanda J Cobb
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 02/10/03 at 02:28 AM No, not embodiment of dull but embodiment of the whole when the link shall establish between your hand and all your centres, the inttelectual, the emotional, the mechanical and the intutive. And what shall appear will genuinely be a piece of creative art. |
| Posted by Max Bouillet on 06/23/03 at 06:35 PM My spoken word tends to be screaming... beautifully crafted poem. |
| Posted by Quinlan L Gibson on 09/25/03 at 09:04 PM a familiar fear here too...wonderful expression of it. |
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