THE EVOLUTION OF A WRITER

THE EVOLUTION OF A WRITER

… breathing in the vowels
and exhaling the words that sleep within,
living in the sound
that is the truth of myself,
drinking the ink
from the fountain of visual splendour,
eternal spring of infinite stories,
reading the lines on ageing skin
spread with wrinkled time
of past musings
and dreams lived in hopeful longing,
laugh lines and tearful tracks,
to face the future with mortal contentment,
laying pen on paper
to rest awhile
the scribbling of a weary nib,
becoming the poetry
that flows like blood in a living manuscript,
unfurling
like the petals of innocence
first feeling the warmth of the sun;
becoming the bird
singing the dawn song of a new day;
the tree
reaching for the sky
where stars unseen still shine with mystery;
the wind
whispering silent caresses
of a lover’s embrace.
My ink has not dried
but simply writes with a different stroke,
in a book with fluttering pages,
of a short story of a breath
that once brushed your tender skin.

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… have not been around for awhile save for a few precious moments that allowed me the fleeting glances of a thirsty man to sip from your well of creativity. Has been a busy few months. Hope to get back soon to the well and drink my fill. Thinking of you guys and gals. Much love. xoxo

Comments

  • Lisa  Jewell
    Lisa Jewellalmost 3 years ago

    oh my Darling Cos,

    utterly divine….you are an extraordinary writer, artist and friend. I’m pinching myself that you are in my world and I am in yours
    xx

  • Lisa… I’m sitting with a cuppa nursing a sore shoulder and arm, feeling a little sorry for myself and read this… the world looks a lot brighter. Many thanks for starting my day with a smile beautiful you. Love you, friend. xoxo

    – Cosimo Piro

  • Arco Iris  R
    Arco Iris Ralmost 3 years ago

    Sigh!!!!!! Very imaginary. I’m sure that this will make the ones’ who have not felt the need to write nor touch the pen try and see how wonderful the ink flows; to see the wonder of how magic is made so easily with a scholar and mentor as you……….

  • Oh Iris… you are a wonderful spirit indeed. The ink always flows… doesn’t always have to be through a pen. Much love Iris… so lovely to see you. xoxo

    – Cosimo Piro

  • Redviolin
    Redviolinalmost 3 years ago

    Beautiful…oh so beautiful ….what a blessing you are

  • Hi Red… kind, beautiful words. Not so sure about being a blessing… I have a few friends who may set that record straight, but until they do I’ll take your wonderful compliment. Many thanks Red. xoxo

    – Cosimo Piro

  • evon ski
    evon skialmost 3 years ago

    really good and I love that end. oh.

  • Lovely to see you yvonca. Pleased that you enjoyed. Will catch up soon. Many thanks and good cheers to you. xoxo

    – Cosimo Piro

  • juddarwin
    juddarwinalmost 3 years ago

    mine’s in my poetry
    salome guides me
    she’s so moved my ink
    my thinks in my ink
    choreographs my writs
    to coded signals
    to harmonise and
    juxtaposition
    closely and closer
    tender the hows of
    openings or none
    where’s a simple way:
    the difficult way’s
    not playing the om
    .
    juddarwin
    fr ‘love’

  • wow, Judd… such a comment this be. Every veil that is discarded with the dance of living gets us closer to the truth… the head of concerns cut off (figuratively) to rest in the final state of om. Many thanks. Good cheers to you.

    – Cosimo Piro

  • sandra .
    sandra .almost 3 years ago

    I know your story oh so well…….a beautiful revolution, as are you, Cos
    Much love and see you soon
    Sandra xo

  • Hi Sandra… when one’s story is understood by another it will add more to its meaning. Many thanks and much love. xoxo

    – Cosimo Piro

  • sandra .
    sandra .almost 3 years ago

    ..interesting Freudian there, Cos…Evolution :))
    I was thinking of the Beatles Revolution xxx

  • … both I think work as well… xoxo

    – Cosimo Piro

  • msdebbie
    msdebbiealmost 3 years ago

    Dear Cos, so many lines I love in this evocative poem!!! I love the progression/evolution and the imagery! It is so beautiful to write of
    …the sky
    where stars unseen still shine with mystery,

    and to conclude with the swooning lines
    My ink has not dried
    but simply writes with a different stroke,
    in a book with fluttering pages,
    of a short story of a breath
    that once brushed your tender skin.

    Love it, you lovely man xxx

  • Many thanks Debbie… you picked my fav lines in this too… where they come from is a mystery to me but overjoyed they chose my hand to jot them down. Much love… you are a dear heart. xoxo

    – Cosimo Piro

  • AnLile
    AnLilealmost 3 years ago

    Another depth and dimension. Lovely. xox

  • Many thanks to you AnLile. Have enjoyed looking at your work… impressive to say the least. xoxo

    – Cosimo Piro

  • rjcolby
    rjcolbyalmost 3 years ago

    May your ink never dry till it touches paper, and hearts. It is a treat when you do pick up that pen and your words sing to me in resonating tones.
    Hope it is going well for you.

  • All going well here ’cept for an injured shoulder that has slowed me down… the upshot of that is I can spend some time on RB without feeling guilty, so I am loving my poor physical state. Many thanks to you, Dick… always a delight to see you. Take care, friend.

    – Cosimo Piro

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