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why does she write so much?



She wrote...
not always of what she knew
but of what she wanted to know

She wrote because...
it came more naturally
to her than speaking


She wrote because...
she was a bit more sure of 
her words that way


She wrote because...
no one was listening
anyway
She wrote...
to free her thoughts and feelings
otherwise she'd surely drown 

She wrote because... 
she was surrounded by stories
begging for release from the eyes
of everyday strangers


She wrote of...
things that tickled the armpit of her heart 
and made her sing
or things that stubbed the toe of her brain 
and made her scream


She wrote because...
some words needed to see more of each other
and putting them together in a sentence 
was a lovely way of doing that


She wrote because...
it was only through her words
that she felt desired
She wrote because...
she was incredibly self absorbed
She wrote because...
she was addicted to the color white
and she could stare at it for hours


She wrote...
out of a need to build
tear down
and build again


She wrote...
to free the demons
and to perhaps, fool the angels


She wrote...
hoping to find buried treasure


She wrote...
of what she loved, lived
lost and longed for


She wrote because...
she needed to pacify the muse
The one who would wake her;
"You must create this, nuture it and
set it free. And you must do this now...
 before someone else beats you to it" 
Rene ~ 2010


Why do you write so much?
Consider writing a post with an answer to that question.

Comments

  1. Jotter GirlMarch 10, 2011 at 4:55 PM

    Your best yet! Love it. I can identify with so many of those. She wrote because no one was listening anyway.

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  2. AnonymousMarch 10, 2011 at 4:58 PM

    I thuoght that poem was tremendous. Thanks for sharing it with us.

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  3. AnonymousMarch 10, 2011 at 5:39 PM

    "...some words needed to see more of each other..."

    I love-love-love that stanza. Well, the whole poem, actually. Brilliant, Rene.

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  4. Brian MillerMarch 10, 2011 at 5:43 PM

    no matter the reason we are glad she writes...smiles. i write because other wise i might go crazy....

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  5. ElaineMarch 10, 2011 at 7:11 PM

    You beat me to it Rene. I had an idea called "Audience of One" addressing public blogging and private journaling. And you wrote it so much better. A good read, and an even better write!

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  6. BAMarch 10, 2011 at 7:22 PM

    This is so true, at least for me. This was written beautifully. I started to blog cause since I don't work, my family was getting bored of my verbal diarrhea.
    Great job.

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  7. The Blog of BeeMarch 10, 2011 at 7:27 PM

    Wow! Just wow!

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  8. UnknownMarch 10, 2011 at 7:40 PM

    Thank you all!
    And Elaine I would love to read "Audience Of One"

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  9. cheatymoonMarch 10, 2011 at 8:38 PM

    Surrounded by stories :-)

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  10. FelinaeMarch 10, 2011 at 9:15 PM

    Oh Rene, I love this poem. It really says it all. Thank you so much for sharing your talent with us all.

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  11. NeilMarch 10, 2011 at 9:33 PM

    Really liked it. Special mention to these lines --

    She wrote of...
    things that tickled the armpit of her heart
    and made her sing
    or things that stubbed the toe of her brain
    and made her scream

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  12. Irish GumboMarch 10, 2011 at 10:25 PM

    I second Neil's comment.


    And as to why: "If I don't write to empty my mind, I go mad."


    Keep writing.

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  13. UnknownMarch 10, 2011 at 10:50 PM

    I write for many of the reasons she wrote. Perhaps I'll consider...

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  14. Casey FreelandMarch 11, 2011 at 12:20 AM

    things that tickled the armpit of her heart 
    and made her sing
    or things that stubbed the toe of her brain 
    and made her scream

    That is so good! I think you know why I write. Pretty sure.

    Wonderful piece.

    Cheers,

    Casey

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  15. PearlMarch 11, 2011 at 12:01 PM

    She wrote because no one was listening anyway...

    That one actually put a lump in my throat.

    Pearl

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  16. mrs-mcallisterMarch 11, 2011 at 3:29 PM

    :D

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  17. Jeanne EstridgeMarch 11, 2011 at 4:57 PM

    This is wonderful.

    I wouldn't dare try to add to it.

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  18. MarianMarch 11, 2011 at 6:38 PM

    oh girl i am so listening.

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  19. Galit BreenMarch 12, 2011 at 11:34 PM

    Love. Just love.

    Now, get out of my head.

    :)

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  20. AnonymousMarch 12, 2011 at 11:58 PM

    Oh! I love this. It needs to be painted on my wall. :)

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  21. EvalinnMarch 13, 2011 at 2:31 PM

    Me too! :-)

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  22. Fred MillerMarch 13, 2011 at 8:15 PM

    You've already covered some of my reasons: "because some words needed to see more of each other" and "to fool the angels." I'll give this some thought. I need to think about this.

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  23. MarianMarch 13, 2011 at 8:26 PM

    came to read it again, that is howsomuch i am listening! xo

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  24. UnknownMarch 13, 2011 at 8:47 PM

    aw thanks, Marian... :)

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  25. signed...bkmMarch 13, 2011 at 9:05 PM

    And we are glad that you write for all these reasons...and so many more...thank you...bkm

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  26. AnonymousMarch 14, 2011 at 6:04 AM

    Lots of emotions and reasons. Thanks for writing them down.

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  27. Judy RoneyMarch 14, 2011 at 9:36 AM

    What an enlightening poem. All of us can get on this train. I love this! Explains things in ways I couldn't.

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  28. EvelynMarch 15, 2011 at 8:55 AM

    So many of these apply to me.
    an honest and smart poem...
    good stuff.

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  29. vickilikesfrogsMarch 15, 2011 at 10:23 AM

    She wrote...to free the demons and to perhaps, fool the angels.

    Exactly.

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  30. ianMarch 16, 2011 at 3:26 AM

    "because [he] was incredibly self absorbed;" that's my reason.

    this is a great piece. "tickled the armpit of her heart...stubbed the toes of her brain..." again, BLAST! the muse whispered those lines to you first!

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  31. Tilly BudMarch 16, 2011 at 7:09 AM

    She wrote because she couldn't not. Didn't you? I get it.

    Loved this line:

    She wrote of...
    things that tickled the armpit of her heart

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  32. gautami tripathyMarch 16, 2011 at 11:18 AM

    Loved it, loved it!

    an ordinary moment

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  33. flaubertMarch 16, 2011 at 3:28 PM

    Rene, I like this and the repetition
    works quite well.

    Pamela

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  34. vivinfranceMarch 17, 2011 at 3:37 AM

    She wrote because...
    no one was listening
    anyway

    THAT DESCRIBES ME TO A T.

    She wrote because...
    some words needed to see more of each other
    and putting them together in a sentence
    was a lovely way of doing that

    AND THAT IS A TRULY BEAUTIFUL THOUGHT.

    This poem is full of wisdom and beauty. Definitely one to keep.
    Thenk you for making my day.

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  35. neil reidMarch 17, 2011 at 3:49 AM

    Rene, some gems in here, and besides I remain a sucker for list poems (reason a mystery). One of my favorites is,

    "because she was addicted to the color white...",

    which says it all, quest and response both, and is amusing too! Thanks. ~neil

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