Ideas are like the wind
Brushing our arms,
But hiding from sight
Pounding on frosted glass,
Demanding to be noticed,
Though their forms are blurred
Screaming until their voices
Feel like gravel in their throats,
But having no sound at all
Yet, this is the writer’s great struggle:
To bring to life what isn’t clear
Photo: Woman behind frosted glass by Joe deSousa
Written for: Patrick Jennings’ Focus – Pic and a Word Challenge #144, Pix to Words
Mmmm… yes, the writer’s struggle.
As much to bring ourselves into clarity as to bring clarity to our readers… even if we’re not always clear on that. 😉
Beautiful insight here. Thanks!
Yes! It’s a confusing predicament, but it’s all worth it when the reader does understand what you’re trying to say. 🙂
<smile> I especially like it when readers find something in the words I hadn’t realized I’d put there.