"Feral ~ from feminine of ferus wild: having escaped from domestication and become wild"...




Wednesday

to write again...

I tried to write again the other day
my Winter passing cold over dark dormant thoughts...

i am a butterfly
i am in a cocoon
made of my own self-doubt.

My words muffled, then they went silent
my hands poised over the keys
They begun to tremble with fatigue
waiting, wringing, clenching
Wasting the passing of Time.

i am a butterfly
i am in a cocoon
made of my own self-doubt.

I walked away in pursuit of procrastination
my hands stroked the cat absentmindedly
They continued to move about
sorting, moving, cleaning
Anything but touching words.

i am a butterfly
i am in a cocoon

made of my own self-doubt




Yet one stellar day, my thin grey cloak of despair did tear-

gracious Time held her breath, encouraging me

Soon vibrant words came one by one, then spilling
tumbling, spreading, filling
Overflowing pages upon pages with fluid prolific thoughts.



I am a butterfly
I am out of my cocoon

revealed by my own self-worth.






And so I began to write again today

my Spring awakening dormant muses, bringing light from within...


                          ~      J.L. Grinyer  "to write again"   




                 








and now ima busy bee too ;p




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20 comments:

  1. geweldig,gewoon de draad weer oppakken.

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  2. Well my friend this is certainly worth waiting for it is truly beautiful. I love the flow of the words and the thoughts it evokes in my own world or in my case room:). This is what was bubbling just below the surface waiting for that kick. Great job and I look forward to more of the same. No pressure:) really:) Hug B

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  3. Came over from "Button's Thoughts" blog.

    How could I not? With your blog name being "Feral Woman"? How could I not????

    So happy that you have emerged from your can't-write-cocoon. Yesssss!!!!

    Thank you for your beautiful photos, and your words...

    Tessa~

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  4. Here by way of Buttons. Beautiful words and spring hope pictures.

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  5. That is a wonderful poem, Janice. Perfect for a dreary mid-winter day. And I love the lively pictures, which work so well with the words.

    Blessings and Bear hugs!

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  6. I was just thinking of you today...wondering how the cold winter is treating you out there! I'm glad to see the glimpses of spring in your poem and in your pictures!

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  7. What a lovely post and the pictures you chose to accompany the writing are perfect! :)

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  8. Beautiful poetry matched with beautiful photos, and all worth so much more than a thousand words.

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  9. January weather does that to you. We seem so far from butterflies, flowers and bees. Photographs and writing like yours are a boost and a stimulant. Thanks. Wishing you much more inspiration and light for your writing. I really, really like it.

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  10. This was a beautiful post girl! Keep writing, we all enjoy you!

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  11. beautiful post and beautiful pictures.

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  12. Oh yes, spring will be here soon, time to emerge from the cocoon of winter and spread those wings!

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  13. Lovely words, beautiful pictures........can't wait to read more of your writing :-)

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  14. I can totally relate to this post -- I go from cocoon to butterfly and then back again -- over and over it seems. xo

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  15. You are a wonderful writer. "Walking away in pursuit of procrastination," are words of genius, words I will not soon forget. So, please stay a butterfly for a while, a long, long while.....

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  16. i am not a writer but a lover of words!! i am a busy, worker bee ;)

    keep writing, if that's what you enjoy. when the words come and your thoughts flow freely, you will appreciate it even more!!

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I am feral, so although I dont respond at all like most domesticated bloggers, I will try my best - Thank you for even wanting to leave a comment, as it may draw me out from the woods from whence I came!

Or under a rock, it depends most days...