Never trust human speech when spoken,
Only when written, and its creator has become nothing but
Strings of sigils printed in lifeless-black:
Lines, dots, angles, curves, and crosses.
Photo by Brodie Vissers from Burst
Never trust human speech when spoken,
Only when written, and its creator has become nothing but
Strings of sigils printed in lifeless-black:
Lines, dots, angles, curves, and crosses.
Photo by Brodie Vissers from Burst
Thought provoking.
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Thanks! I’m glad you liked this piece.
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wonderful
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Thank you. It makes me happy to read that you liked this poem.
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Many points to ponder, Ze. Coincidentally, I saw a page of Arabic writing yesterday and had no idea what it said but damn it was beautiful to look at the swirls of the characters and the orderliness of the words on the page.
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Arabic script is so beautiful; it almost paint a picture. I’m glad you stopped by 😉
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Reblogged this on Die Erste Eslarner Zeitung – Aus und über Eslarn, sowie die bayerisch-tschechische Region!.
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Danke viel!
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Just… wow… It’s one of your simplest poems so far, but it truly does make a statement.
“To speak as you write
And to write as you think;
To think as you act
And to act as you speak.”
That was my favourite part. It really sums up how I view people’s actions and thoughts. I applaude your immediacy. Well done!
Thanks for sharing! 🙂
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Thank you for your amazing compliment, Mademoiselle. I’m so happy you liked this little poem 😉
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You are very much welcome! 🙂
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