Poem -

Fear of Word Blindness

Banks of blank ivorine
stacked high but
thinly like old oriental
lacquered tsuba ..
Each scream both loud
and high enough
to shatter those fragile
hand blown
champagne flutes you
long treasured ..
Whereas, somewhere
else completely,
rows of old scribes sit
cross legged
in their temples calmly
contemplating
white noise but fearing
word blindness
tho still craving obscurity ..

Ā 

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Bernadete van d...

Fear not Neville, This comes and goes, from time to time.
I love the phrase..,ā€banks of blankĀ 
ivorine stacked highā€.Ā 
What a beautiful way to express the feeling of word blindness.Ā 
BernadeteĀ 

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Neville

Many thanks for visiting and transforming this otherwise as yet, still blank page .. Kindly & warmest regards, NevilleĀ 

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Jac Tales

The first step to writing is the biggest one. Nice story. šŸ™‚

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Neville

Thank you Jac .. NevilleĀ 

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Marion

Hello Neville, thought I'd stop by and see what you've been up to. Seems to me this is one very powerful write of fear and dread. Hugs x

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Neville

I fear tis every writers nightmare our Marion .. but ta for checking in .. & I hope you are well my lovely .. x

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