I have a few ideas here:
Music is my life, my breath
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Ideas move me, never to action
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The monster inside, it feeds me.
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Last chapter, always left for later.
Words inside, never come out right.
Puppet hugs make life worth living.
(My wife created these last entries)
Six-word-memoirs Challenge
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JimothyCanada
An engineer, who is exploring other avenues of creative outlet. I don’t know if I’ve got the hang of this writing thing yet, but it is fun.
Current Book quote to ponder:
“One instrumental group after the other steps back, and what remains as the work fades away is the high G of a cello, the final word, the final sound, floating off, slowly vanishing in a pianissimo fermata. Then nothing more. Silence and night. But the tone, which is no more, for which, as it hangs there vibrating in the silence, only the soul listens, and which was the dying note of sorrow – is no longer that, its meaning changes, it stands as a light in the night.”
From Doctor Faustus by Thomas Mann
Published on February 09, 2008.
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Six-Word-Memoirs Challenge entry
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Six-Word-Memoirs Challenge entry
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