I'll never see Paris in 1920.
I'll never visit with my great grandmother at her kitchen table, or run with her through the hillside villages on the Amalfi coast.
I'll never get to say goodbye to that little boy who said... "I wish you were my mother."
Because he was killed a year later.
I'll never get my virginity back.
I'll never be sixteen again.
I'll never kiss him for the first time.
But I can write myself there. All those things can be done and undone. I can write myself anywhere.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Forget Paris
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Every word counts... and creeps under my skin. I love your posts in Wednesday Chronicles. Have I told you that enough times?
Nevine
I love this. It's just...so...right.
you are incredible.
i think there is some inverse proportion to the awesomeness of a piece of your writing and the intelligence of my comment.
so here it is.
(and i fear many future comments as well)
DUH......
Whoa! This is good and you are right, one can write themselves into just about anywhere.
My goodness, of late I have been bless to feed off such delicious stuff, and you have fed me well this day! Thank you.
Oh, t is always so good to read you.
...and that is why we write isn't it... to write ourselves through all the rights and wrongs of our lives... the be seen where we were not and could never be... to be held in the places we wish of ...
Don't forget Paris. Go there again and again. Yes, that is the wonderful aspect of writing, we can fall into our writer's trance and go anywhere with characters who will do our bidding.
Great lines...."I'll never get my virginity back. I'll never be sixteen again."
So true, so true. One of the many reasons to fall in love with writing.
So very true. And in a way, it becomes real.
Fantastic poem!
You are an amazing writer Cassandra.
Enjoyed every bit of my stay at your wonderful blog.
Cheers!!
if you want to feel like a virgin, just don't have sex for a long time, it'll seem like it :)
Hi Suzy!
Thanks for the follow.
OOooooooh what a lovely dark blog and a lovely, strange little girl. I can get behind this!
The Word Traveler speaks ... then leaves.
Regrets can be done things or undone things... and pastor the future. A thoughtful list. --Jayne
Combining all of those events that can't happen again is really powerful - but what a relief to remind us that we CAN write about them anytime. Beautiful.
this is great! i love short stuff, so much more gets across. i stumbled on your blog through a fellow 20something, heavlie. great stuff, keep on writing!
im gonna follow now :)
We can write ourselves anywhere. That's the beauty of staying close to the craft, you feel lost when you leave it to wander.
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