love poetic

by walterdoege

it seems that love writings are poetic…as if poetry is a fragrance of loving…as a writer I recognize some vocation for romance, long fiction books…if not long, it seems that a novel or story tale or an essay…I like essays…are in between a poem and a romance…in this way I recognize me as romancist…and I feel romance as a long writing…this ‘long’ I feel as improvisation…I feel romance as a jazz writing…some begin, turnaround and end…this end can be not a point…I am writing my second romance and this task is some fiction, some autobiography elaboration, some non fiction parts…as a whole, a romance I feel like playing piano with no clock time control…some out of time writing…some sewing, needlework…some effort to connect leaves of my living…and the final work is some dress for soul…the book itself is a thing, a touchable thing with untouchable matter…I recognize that reading legitimates writings somehow, but I write as a work…and I need to work…a flower is not only a flower…a book is not only a touchable thing…but as a writer I have nothing to say, so, I write…writing and reading are a kind of dialogue…a form of stay together, but I am not a literature researcher or critic thinker…I write… and blogging is a powerful help…poetic of love, love poetic…love expressions… reading is also some subtil writing…as if a writing is a writing when reading comes together and close…improvisation upon writings, readings and silence for listen the music of  good will whispered words working…a writer as a dressmaker for people…