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Tim
Senior Member

since 1999-06-08

Posts 1794

0 posted 2003-05-20 11:15 PM

What is a poem?
What is a poem not?
Words of man
or thoughts from gods begot?
Sating an unquenchable thirst
from forth the well
of noble word,
keeping warm the frigid night
amid bright glow
of heaven's stirred
by mix of man and gods
allowing one to hear themself
within the wind,
the wind of night,
Each word a drop,
dripping,
drip... drip...
upon the soul
where gods and mortals dwell
drinking both
from but one well.
What is a poem?
What is a poem not?
A dream? A shadow?
Does one reach, grasp for a dream?
or does one reach, grasp for a shadow?
Ensconced within the word,
gods and mortal man as one both leap,
from out the womb,
the womb of the keeper of the night
no longer in his vigiled keep,
As both in reach, in seek of dream,
a shadowed dream,
leap in quest of shadow dream.

[This message has been edited by Tim (05-20-2003 11:21 PM).]

whiskey

Senior Member

since 1999-12-28

Posts 1278
Australia

1 posted 2003-05-21 03:26 AM

Very interesting write, I enjoyed it

Julie

El_Campeador
Senior Member

since 2003-01-29

Posts 761
Ohio, USA

2 posted 2003-05-21 08:01 AM

I like the thought of each each word of a poem dripping on the soul.

“We are all travelers in the wilderness of this world, and the best that we can find in our travels is an honest friend.” –Robert Louis Stevenson

Seymour Tabin
Member Empyrean

since 1999-07-07

Posts 31720
Tamarac Fla

3 posted 2003-05-21 08:05 AM

Tim
Well done, this is a keeper.

Sunshine

Administrator

Member Empyrean

since 1999-06-25

Posts 63354
Listening to every heart

4 posted 2003-05-21 08:59 AM

What is a poem?
What is a poem not?
Words of man
or thoughts from gods begot?
Sating an unquenchable thirst
from forth the well
of noble word,
keeping warm the frigid night
amid bright glow
of heaven's stirred
by mix of man and gods
allowing one to hear themself
within the wind,
the wind of night,
Each word a drop,
dripping,
drip... drip...
upon the soul
where gods and mortals dwell
drinking both
from but one well.
What is a poem?
What is a poem not?
A dream? A shadow?
Does one reach, grasp for a dream?
or does one reach, grasp for a shadow?
Ensconced within the word,
gods and mortal man as one both leap,
from out the womb,
the womb of the keeper of the night
no longer in his vigiled keep,
As both in reach, in seek of dream,
a shadowed dream,
leap in quest of shadow dream.

~*~

Freedom in a freed verse...
thank you, Sir...

vlraynes
Member Rara Avis

since 2000-07-25

Posts 8229
Somewhere... out there...

5 posted 2003-05-30 12:41 PM

Some interesting questions here, Tim.
Very cool write.
~Vicky
"...until you have read the verse on his heart,
you have not truly met the poet.
~vlraynes

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