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Human Scribbles

Flickr Photo by tim.perdue

I never feel so humble,
or so human,
as when I toss my message-in-a-bottle
into the vast sea of words that is the Internet.

It must be something basic, human,
this need to scribble,
like long ago humans leaving messages on cave walls.

It binds me to past and future,
these thoughts I scribble and add to the volume,
like a voice to a choir,
like a glass of water to the sea,
merging into something bigger than my own small self.

I scribbled on this Sunday but lost my Internet to rain until Monday. You can visit other Sunday Scribblers here.

11 Comments

  • naramalone

    @ Damian Glad you like it and thank you for pointing out the parts that you think worked well.

    @ Kelly I know what you mean. At least blogging opens a door that makes it easy to interact with readers and I really love that part. I know it's a lot of hoops to jump through when someone does leave a comment and I appreciate every one.

  • Kelly Jamieson

    I'm late to comment on this but just wanted to say how much I relate to this feeling! Sometimes it so much feels like tossing a message in a bottle into the sea, when your words are out there but you get no response. It helps to know that even when people don't comment, there are in fact many reading those words.

  • D.F. Rucci

    Wow I wasn't expecting to read something like this. This is a really nice 'scribble' haha. I like it, everything seemed to tie in really well, I think the opening just about brings the whole together.

  • David B

    I am unable to write poetry- those synapses in my brain are not wired as yours are. But I do appreciate your poems and enjoy reading them.

    Keep up the good work.

  • Nara Malone

    @Anthony and Michael, thanks for adding your voices to my line of the song.

    @Richard I really like this quote. Thanks for posting it. Adding to reality is a favorite hobby of mine.

    @Susan I now what you mean. it's easy to feel like you're writing is just another way of talking to yourself. But I hear your voice out there and I like your song.

  • Richard Wells

    Ah – yes, you're totally on to it. It's called, "adding to the stock of available reality." Here's the whole quote:

    "The art of poetry is amply distinguished from the manufacture of verse by the animating presence in the poetry of a fresh idiom; language so twisted and posed in a form that it not only expresses the matter in hand but adds to the stock of available reality."
    R.P. Blackmur

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