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Windhover
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0 posted 2009-04-04 05:10 PM



or:
I think I must be getting too old for all this...

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As I sit in contemplation of the words that I will write
upon this empty sheet of paper; which path shall I choose tonight?
Shall I spin some idyll of a bold adventure lost in time?
Shall I weave a soft, and sad lament for some lost love of mine?
Or shall I draw out from my heart, some secret thought held deep inside?
A wistful smile? Or gentle tears?
it is not easy to decide.

Perhaps, I've wandered, softly tugging heart-strings, just too much, this week;
maybe I should change direction for a while... but what to seek?
Idly doodling on the page; brain in neutral... not a clue;
I guess it's got to be romantic... that's the thing that I best do.
They say, I am a True Romantic; whatever that may mean... or be,
but, I am just one more Romancer;
that's a closer name for me.

True Romantics are the gentle dreamers with a special gift
of vision;
bright, and truly innocent; to help the soul uplift.
True Romantics live within a special world, all spun with gold;
for romance and beauty in all things, their wondering eyes, behold.
Not here a bitter tear will fall; no cruelly broken hearts be seen;
I wish I could be one of them, but...
I have seen sweet love turn mean.

And, that is why I call myself Romancer... it's a different thing;
I am in love with the idea of love... but know what love can bring
when it is lost; or, worse... misused;
a kiss becomes a deadly blow.
Secure, within their glittering towers;
things... True Romantics cannot know.
Or, need to know;
for, should their perfect world find crass reality,
then, we all lose a special something...
gone, for all eternity.

I wish that I could live in their bright, Golden world, where love is true;
But, then mine too, is Golden... but, the edges sometimes fade to blue.
which holds it all in balance; it's so sad,
but, there must come a time
when overwritten, soft, romantic dreaming turns
to tedious rhyme.
And then, the magic is all lost; for dreaming needs a sweeter fate;
where we would be without those dreams...
I do not want to contemplate.

And, still... I sit in contemplation of the words that I will write...
the page is still all filled with doodles... it's not flowing well tonight;
That doesn't rhyme. It doesn't read well.
That line's rubbish... it won't do.
That spelling's wrong... it doesn't hang together;
think of something new.
Mangled couplets, sprinkled thoughts...
I really think it's time to leave
this junk...
perhaps, tomorrow night,
a decent poem I can weave.


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secondhanddreampoet
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since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394
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1 posted 2009-04-04 07:23 PM


I KNOW that I am reaching the 'total burn out' point with poetry
(and  the sad reality of 'life' amid the "Runaway American Dream") ...

ergo, I can assuredly 'relate' to this 'write'!

I find the following particularly fine:

"True Romantics are the gentle dreamers with a special gift
of vision;
bright, and truly innocent; to help the soul uplift.
True Romantics live within a special world, all spun with gold;
for romance and beauty in all things, their wondering eyes, behold.
Not here a bitter tear will fall; no cruelly broken hearts be seen;
I wish I could be one of them, but...
I have seen sweet love turn mean.

And, that is why I call myself Romancer... it's a different thing;
I am in love with the idea of love... but know what love can bring
when it is lost; or, worse... misused;
a kiss becomes a deadly blow.
Secure, within their glittering towers;
things... True Romantics cannot know.
Or, need to know;
for, should their perfect world find crass reality,
then, we all lose a special something...
gone, for all eternity."  ...

yes indeed!

applause for this 'penning' !!


Artic Wind
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since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080
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2 posted 2009-04-04 09:47 PM


hmmm, The muse has left! ~ I understand when that happens, and no, I don't think it's because of your age

But in time, the muse will find it's way back!


ARCTIC WIND

suthern
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3 posted 2009-04-05 12:47 PM


I wish that I could live in their bright, Golden world, where love is true;
But, then mine too, is Golden... but, the edges sometimes fade to blue.
which holds it all in balance; it's so sad,
but, there must come a time
when overwritten, soft, romantic dreaming turns
to tedious rhyme.

I think it's the work of the Romancer I most appreciate... for they accept that not all endings are happily ever after... and still... they hope... and in doing so, share that hope with readers... even those who've lived in blue so long they think golden is mere mirage. *S*

As for the title... *S* Not to worry, my friend... *S* Your pen's in no danger of producing tedious rhyme... only beauty for us to enjoy! *S*

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