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Kelly O'hara May 2014
Inkheart
Kelly O'hara
May 2014
See the words fall onto the page, see them collect the magic.
There is a place that only the ink weaver goes,
This is a place that can keep the nightmares at bay.
Thrown into a world of utter confusion,
From the pain and sorrow there is no seclusion.
Off balance living on the razors edge, I'm walking on the tight wire.
The unending desire to put pen to page, the tumble of thoughts twisting and turning.
Feeling the desire of unspoken words it's inkhearts world.
Inkheart the magical poet, unforgettable, devourer of paper,
Scarred and adorned by humanity and reality.
Written by Kelly O'Hara 28th May 2014.
There is a place that only the ink weaver goes,
This is a place that can keep the nightmares at bay.
Thrown into a world of utter confusion,
From the pain and sorrow there is no seclusion.
Off balance living on the razors edge, I'm walking on the tight wire.
The unending desire to put pen to page, the tumble of thoughts twisting and turning.
Feeling the desire of unspoken words it's inkhearts world.
Inkheart the magical poet, unforgettable, devourer of paper,
Scarred and adorned by humanity and reality.
Written by Kelly O'Hara 28th May 2014.
KG Nov 2013
*Inkheart* Found Poem
KG
Nov 2013
The books whisper,
Painting pictures in empty air.
Spinning a spell around the heart,
Sticky as a spider's web.
Preserved like fresh flowers,
Memories cling to the printed page.
Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells,
Left between the covers.
A thousand unknown stories,
Strange and familiar,
Terrible and beautiful,
Filling the silence with words.
Comforters,
Companions in loneliness,
Keepers of secrets,
Speakers of truth,
Words are immortal.
Painting pictures in empty air.
Spinning a spell around the heart,
Sticky as a spider's web.
Preserved like fresh flowers,
Memories cling to the printed page.
Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells,
Left between the covers.
A thousand unknown stories,
Strange and familiar,
Terrible and beautiful,
Filling the silence with words.
Comforters,
Companions in loneliness,
Keepers of secrets,
Speakers of truth,
Words are immortal.
This found poem was inspired by favourite novel of all time: Inkheart. I first read it when I was 8 years old. This book instilled a love of writing within me and an obsession with the beauty of words and the power of stories. If you have not read this book, you must! Even today it remains my absolute favourite book. One that has literally defined the course of my life and gave me this passion for the written word. It is a powerful art that I am working each and everyday to craft.
Skaidrum Jun 2015
Blotches of Dragonite.
Skaidrum
Jun 2015
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Ͼ Dragonite, Dragonite,Ͽ
>< >< ><
Chinking at your heartstrings,
can you hear
it
շfreezing?շ
>< >< ><
A blush to
your snowy skin
and so you
stop
⇷breathing⇸
>< >< ><
A eyelash brushes away
a century,
a blink knocks out
two more.
>< >< ><
Fetching back a inked paw,
hear me rapping (oh so knocking)
on
your
selladore? (cellar door.)
>< >< ><
Ͼ Dragonite, Dragonite Ͽ
brush the stars from your hair.
Ͼ Dragonite, Dragonite Ͽ
Words and blotches are unfair.
But then again,
scatter your inkheart, dragon boy.
.
Ͼ Dragonite, Dragonite,Ͽ
>< >< ><
Chinking at your heartstrings,
can you hear
it
շfreezing?շ
>< >< ><
A blush to
your snowy skin
and so you
stop
⇷breathing⇸
>< >< ><
A eyelash brushes away
a century,
a blink knocks out
two more.
>< >< ><
Fetching back a inked paw,
hear me rapping (oh so knocking)
on
your
selladore? (cellar door.)
>< >< ><
Ͼ Dragonite, Dragonite Ͽ
brush the stars from your hair.
Ͼ Dragonite, Dragonite Ͽ
Words and blotches are unfair.
But then again,
scatter your inkheart, dragon boy.
.
This ones for you, Kal.
Eat the sky out, mate.
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Eat the sky out, mate.
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