I want to witness the thirst inside the syllables:
I want to touch the fire within the sound:
I want to feel the darkness of the shout
I want words rough as virgin stones
- from "Verb" by Pablo Neruda
Take time to write about ways you play with words. How do they assist you in balancing life?
How do you discover a thirst inside the syllables? Show your fire with sounds.
In what ways do you conjure words when you write about movement or consider uses of sorrow?
Imagine your life inside the Fun House mirror.
Did anyone ever give you a disaster that turned into a gift?
Write into new areas of darkness and light today.
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