The old physicians knew
what we take in
must be let out,
but slowly, feeding leeches
if ink is blood
and language the pulse
Oooh, nice visual 🙂
Hee, hee. Thanks!
Hey. Sorry to admonish you, but I do prose. OK I’ve done some haikus, but I’m a prose writer. don’t leave me out.
Not at all–the bloodletting’s the same.
Just kidding Susan. you know me. I hope you do anyway.
Somewhat, I do. Like what I know, anyway, which says a lot! Means I am looking forward to getting to know you better through these snippets of comments, etc 😉
Goodoh! Me too. I’m looking forward to getting to know me better. Oooops, Freudian slip there. Getting to know you better.
Hee, hee. Get to know us both better 😉
what did Hemingway say? “writings easy – just sit down at a typewriter and open a vein”…
Yes! Kind of an offshoot from my tanka, this one.
Hee, hee. You KNOW where this one came from. Thanks, babe!
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I was a phlebotomist once, long ago. I got up early and drained everyone’s blood but my own. Perhaps this poetry bug I’ve caught has something to do with this. Like the slow virus for mad cow disease circling back to get you for those hamburger travesties of youth. Lovely. You obviously stirred me. Thanks. Alice
Alice, thank you! You stirred me earlier–this was a result of our “conversation” earlier on my takna.
how much i love your mind! brilliant yet again.
Oh, gosh, Miriam–right back at you!
Hah! That is great, Susan!
karin, thank you!
ok my hand is up, I had to look up phlebotomy! You are indeed the Surgeon General. I courtesy.
Hahaha, thank you!
wow! wow! Fixed on your viewpoint !
yes it does
a little bleeding to ease
through our pens
to the page
Oh, thank you, Brian! Love the poetic response.
A great visual of poetry writing ~ I learned something new tonight, thanks Susan ~
Thank you, Grace!
oh so very true..
Thanks, Claudia! It is…
Indeed, bleeding on the page. You linked it to medicine but now another thought occurs to me: Is being a poet like being a cutter …
Exactly like that.
Oh Susan 🙂
Hemingway said it way better…
I like the theme; it could run in so many directions.
Thank you! Blood/ink tends to do that, doesn’t it?
It does, and sometimes it feels like there’s a Heparin Lock in place.
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