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The Poet's despair
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The Poet's despair |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA 
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Words...unfit, unsuited words Can never possibly convey- The passions pounding in our hearts- Nor frame the things we wish to say. Words can never scale the heights- Nor span the gulf between the two, Nor form a union of the soul- From what we are and what we do. Words are tinsel on a tree- Tawdry, false and valueless- Words which cut you like a knife- In the next breath your soul caress. Words the tools of Poet's trade- May paint a canvas, broad and fair- Yet fail to beauty, justice do- And is this not his despair? |
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LadyTom Member
since 2008-02-29
Posts 353LA, CA |
how right!!! enjoyed the read!! |
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SarBear Member
since 2003-06-05
Posts 205Massachusetts |
This is so accurate! Sometimes it's just so difficult to express feelings on paper and what you are really feeling is not always accurately conveyed. |
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effjayel Senior Member
since 2007-09-30
Posts 1474At the Crossroads of Infinity |
John, you use your tinsel wisely & I for one enjoy gazing at your 'trees'.... John |
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