scrawling a script

by walterdoege

the hard part of my writer craft is scrawl some words…write down some phrases…place out some paragraphs…the figures of the words come up then…as far as I can draw the words I can see them…one after other the words arises as a design…be a writer is be a designer…be a writer is also be a painter…writing resembles the sculptor work…the clay material, the work on it with the hands and devices…today is a rainny autumn day…rainny sunday…ridding the morning I take a portion of a clay…with my fingers I make a shape…its final form is a plate, or a pot…the shape of the pot or plate is the letter l…from the word love…a little pot, earth color…its now inhabited by a little autumn flower that blossom blissful is this autumn day…as love is guiding all my finger effort to design a readable text…and my hope that sensing the writing is some enjoyment of the texture of a warmth home in an autumn day…it is a gift, joyful gift…the texture of a good ware…the awkward writing seems my clay pot…the autumn flower seems to like its house