Smidgens
Posted on July 24, 2019 by Elan Mudrow
Sometimes I feel like murdering them, squashing them under my feet, watching letters bleed out, separated from the word they are attached to.
Other times, I place them in an incubator, checking in on them from time to time.
Some go in a special box. I wear the key around my neck.
On occasion, words sting me, knowing just how to punch my buttons, which aren’t that hard to find, since I come equipped with all kinds of buttons, switches, and on and offs.
A few have lost their way, trying to find the morning from the depths of night.
Others become feral. I’ve been told not to feed them, though I’m too sensitive. Now they’re hopelessly dependent upon me.
I’ve broken up with a few. They either get mad, sad, or crazy. A few have broken up with me. I either get mad, sad, or crazy.
Really though, I can’t complain. All in all, they’re pretty solid, clearing things up when communication gets hazy, commanding peoples’ attention when they’re not reading me.
Actually, I think, I kind of like them. I know you do too. (But don’t say it out loud. They have humongous egos.)
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“They have humongous egos..” sometimes fragile too.
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I love this, its so accurate
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This was so well written. I love words. And phrases. Sometimes when reading, I will write down a phrase that I think is masterful, one that I want to remember. Then I find them much later when I’m sorting through paper clutter, and can’t bear to throw them out.
Thanks for your contribution to words that resonate.
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Thanks!!
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Lovely Elan
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Beautiful! Best word I can capture.
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Wow…you are an incredible writer! 🙌
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Loved your imagery!
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Mmh. I’ve never thought something greater than myself moves the pen. I wouldn’t trust the universe to write something good.
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I simply do their bidding, the universe’s stenographer – yes, I have Stockholm Poetry Syndrome (SPS), but I get to live in those landscapes they create, if only occasionally. Sometimes they even take off my chains and let me frolic in a rainbow-soaked waterfall. And we writers must bleed, so why not have it be words? Fantastic poem Elan, I soooo know what you mean.
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Love this !
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Lol! Aren’t they wonderful?!!! So easily manipulated, but so beautiful and powerful when handled properly. 🙂 You are a master!
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Great writing. I thoroughly enjoyed your post. Thank you for sharing.
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Wonderful description of how the richness of words (as well as the emptiness) fills a writer’s soul. Words almost become living, breathing beings in our writing.
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Wonderful!
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This. You capture the struggle that all writers go through DAILY when trying to convey their thoughts into a digitally written manifestation. Bravo, good sir! 👏👏👏👏👏
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Yes, they need to hear what you think about them from time to time.
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This is brilliant in so many ways.
“Sometimes I feel like murdering them, squashing them under my feet, watching letters bleed out, separated from the word they are attached to.”
“I’ve broken up with a few. They either get mad, sad, or crazy. A few have broken up with me. I either get mad, sad, or crazy.”
I’ve made attempts to express the madness “they” incite…but I can’t seem to find the words. 🙂
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Lovely!!
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Congrats! Thanks so much!
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Just finished writing a book seven years in the making. I strongly identified with your words on words!
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And I bet you love words too!
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Why thank you!
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You’re writing style is fresh and heavily symbolic. Very cool!
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It has a sense of whimsy, but also sadness. Great poem.
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This is awesome, you’ve managed to capture my relationship with words to the absolute letter.
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Incredible as always xx
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You just told someone! Awesome!
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Hey, don’t tell anyone, but I love words, and I always have loved them! Long ones, short ones, fuzzy convoluted ones and in your face obvious ones, I adore them all!
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I love this, Elan – as someone else noted, it’s brilliant!
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Fabulous!
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I enjoy sharing your lively conversation with words. I couldn’t do without them though they play hide-and-seek with me at times.
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Brilliant observation on the nature of words. Thank you. 🙂
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Perfect! 🌼
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Seemed like, you’d found the purpose of your words here, and that isn’t at all easy, because, words often, get lost in the noises all around us.
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This is brilliant!
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It likes you too. I think. I’ll have to ask first.
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I like your poetry
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Just wonderful!
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“Some go in a special box. I wear the key around my neck.”
Yes
More often I ‘m losing the key and have to consult a locksmith.
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Ok.
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I look forward to your follow-up piece on readers. Let’s hope you have equally funny, tender, mixed feelings towards them/us.
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Yes, brilliantly worded, Elan. X
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I love this!
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Yes, I know what you mean. Since writing is such a lonely task, it comes with its own set of pitfalls.
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A few have broken up with me. I either get mad, sad, or crazy.
This.
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You’ve captured it perfectly, Elan, the love-hate relationship all writers have with words. I have some in all of these categories. 🙂
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