Open Poetry #47 |
This Thing We Do |
Word Weaver Member
since 2011-03-06
Posts 437California, USA |
"This Thing We Do" They sometimes come scattered across the tapestry of the mind fragments of thoughts bits and pieces to be put together like a puzzle. Sometimes they come in tidy bundles tied up neatly like a gift from a lover beautiful and perfect in concept. However they come they are demanding screaming for attention and action threatening to disappear if not tended to. We grasp at them, calling them our own but are they really ours? These wonders crafted from afar yet claimed by us. The magic of this thing we do this world of ours, our poetry. © Marcia Miller-Twiford |
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dreamgal Member
since 2011-03-17
Posts 442 |
It is our poetry coming from our deepest selves each word. I love your poetry by the way. |
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Word Weaver Member
since 2011-03-06
Posts 437California, USA |
Thank you and I'm glad you enjoy my efforts. |
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OwlSA Member Rara Avis
since 2005-11-07
Posts 9347Durban, South Africa |
This is a delightful and accurate way of looking at how our poetry is born. Even our children are only on loan to us, so it seems that it is only logical that our poetry is too – and perhaps this is one of the reasons why we need to share our poetry with others. Owl |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
There are many reasons poetry take hold of an individual and will not let go. It can be love, or lack of love. It can be political. In my case and others it is a way to come to terms with a past that is, shall we say, checkered. Whatever the reason, when poetry gets into your blood it is pretty much there to stay. ~ Look hard behind you and you'll be able to maneuver around the pitfalls ahead of you. ~ |
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steavenr Member Elite
since 2003-11-17
Posts 4058 |
"scattered across the tapestry of the mind" ...such an aptly descriptive phrase...excellent |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Another fine, well written poem from you, WordWeaver. Ida |
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