Dear friends, I have always shied away from Blogger Awards, though some of my precious blogger friends have showered me with many priceless awards. Grateful I shall always remain to all the lovely "companions" upon my "journey of pen". One such wonderful soul is Amira -- a genuine and honest blogger -- the only fellow local in my silent world, whom I prefer to call a dear friend.
Amusement settled on my face the moment I read the prologue to the poem. Beaming I am – you humbling me, my thread, the CHALLENGE :) Desire of mine, to see you whirl your prose from A to Z you have met. And you have done it wonderfully, just as I knew you would. I keep reading along and this silly smile only grows more sillier and my fingers just cannot help but continue to tap and dance. Envious I start to grow of your beautiful bold ink. Fondly I read, your clever use of words molding you into Grandness. Heightened it has, my sense of self of ash. I simply bow to your silent fingers, Jealousy interlaced just a teeny bit Knowing very well you have a magical pen flowing with Light of your heart, Modesty of your soul – Nurtured with Nebulous prose & Overt expressions, Poised with grace. Queenly! Regally, and yet Silently of course Touched I feel! Unabashedly I respond too, Vivaciousness evoked through your Wondrous journey of chiseling ‘you’ of you for us. Xylographical image of “Hiyala”, of You I take today, and again I bow. Zealousness of me for your ink I reiterate. Simply astounding how you express yourself, and I quote: “Now stabbing…. now stopping…. now stabbing…. now stopping – …. Reaching out, I then carefully chiseled the curve of my hip…. flat of my belly…. bend of my back…. and cups of my breasts…. …. Zoetically whirling forever in the core of the chunk of marble that I once was — sculpted and named “Hiyala” — amid many tall Masterpieces I now stand — forever living…. forever silent…. forever stone” How can anyone not be besotted with your ink? Dear readers, follow the link above to be moved by a poetess. Only the finest of writers can weave such magic with mere letters and words.