Poetic question and writing advice/ part 1
If this is what words mean? If they mean love, why do we write heart for vest? Or courage of her to her. Why because a person alike, we emulate to imitate. In hinges of poetry, a life like the letter of a girl wringing fates in her writing. What does it imply. That she is writing fates of those, God. If a girl writes touching stories. If a heart doctor, writes a medicine for your love and he prescribes, he ate at this hour if day. He ate love of courage. He ate hope of her. He ate at that hour of day, a heart. Heart. Her. How is this a person? A life in which that reads God? If a dance and poetry sung along to her beat, such is a person. We must emulate her. Because we are the victims of time and forget fidgeting over love and ask stories of why? Such is a person. In history, in time, in poetry, in Gitas. In the wrought of courage! And time stances of poetic? What is jealousy of love? I can never be her. If a righteous person wouldn't exist, law wouldn't. All of this, this worldly existence is a person's work of heart. If time meant heaving. If I don't have an education, don't know how to read this person's courage in my reflecting mother, I due die so as to what is life. If there is no reflection, meaning, I don't see in me, what I don't see in others. Others mirror me. All this writing, her, heaving mothers, murderer's heart, Bridger's songs, the direct poetry, because it is right of him to know art in poetry. Poetry, the art of it. Her. The Gita. Kun Faya Kun. Void. Paintings. Pantings. Mirrors. We. All. In you. The war inside me is the war in you. If you can eat, I can eat. If you don't, I won't. A directory of selflessness is that it is. You know. Art is. Poetry. Is. Honesty is. Courage is. The laugh of poetry. I say what it is. If doing poetry justice, is your way of making art, you do. Any directory of substance that is art is. Words that etch. Stars that mar. Deep poetry. Deep anecdotes of her in you and me. All works of heart, center her. Her isn't a metaphor but a person. A person I. Time stands still. Days ahead. I life. It's a feeling. Etch. Words should mirror you. The word string hopes from mouth to eye to sun. Glory of you. Sun of him. Light of her. You. Stances. That poets take. If lukewarm means poetry. That you are not, don't write. That you are. Justice of it. Poetry. In. Motion of wings and helping hands, that which you are, you write all that. Of your life can't be mirroring hers. The muse of a person is an imaginary person of a construct vying. A table of content is that we wrote deep stories of untrue muses who don't exist. We lost. That light. In her is true. That beauty that stones poets is true. If she is heights of war, beauty, courage and finding that shadowed a vast pretense of world. She is. An act of pretense. Words change meaning, as you write. Her.
Sunidhi
