i shaped worlds
behind my eyelids
before i knew
there were tellers
there was an epic of ants
and whispered songs
of hummingbirds to butterflies
that needed translating
along with the cackling slapstick of chickens
bickering in their coop
all of it story, all of it mine
& spun in secret
About Susan L Daniels
I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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A wonderful tribute to a child’s imagination. It’s a wonderful thing and such a shame that it gets lost for MOST people (not all).
Thanks, Soraya! i agree…shame it fades away
“spun in secret”–I like that
I felt this, before I wrote stuff down and saw it on a page. Before I got into reading and realising stories weren’t only in my head, but everywhere, in every head. Lovely. X
Thank you, Jane.
I can identify with that one – I always think words are the last thing you should add to a story. Allt he real work is done and fun is had before you get to them.
This is breathtakingly lovely!
So true, the storytelling before the storytelling, the audience, ourselves. The first active effort came from the prodding of my eldest, and believe me, when my grandson hits four years old or so, I’m going to plant a subliminal message his mom needs to make up a story at every bedtime. 😉
Yes–I believe we are writers before we ever first pick up a pen.
Excellent – simple and elegant. You captured the essence of that moment when there are no rules and all awareness is fresh.
Thanks, David! That is it, exactly–when I spun stories only for myself, and before I really thought of them as story.
along with the cackling slapstick of chickens – really liking that line
Thanks, Bruce–they were funny as anything, and when I wrote that line–i said–wow, that even sounds as funny as it was–all those aaaaak sounds chickens make right in that line. Thanking my muse/chi for that one…
Thanks so much…also thanking you for the follow!
you writes well,I dont want to miss what you post : )
Oh, my, turning all red over here–thank you!
: ) you are welcome.
glad you choose to spin your words for the world to see..
Audra, thank you! Not sure I had much of a choice in the matter…it was either this or getting permanently lost in daydreaming.
choice was made to put it OUT here and not just on paper.. excellent for us 🙂
🙂 thanks, hon!
I quite like this, Susan. The language of animals. The language of the world around you. Translated through a tremelous being. Finding vision and voice. I like how this makes me feel.
Oh, George, thank you! This is how I have always seen things. I think sometimes those of us who write always make up our own worlds/stories long before we commit anything to paper.