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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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Poetmare…. When did we remember that we were poets? What forefront of afterthought might have spurned, spawned? Us? I read us. I read him, and you, and her, and she did something wonderful with nuance, let alone his questioning upright and slipped down then up again down-tight and last night’s experience should have left me full of words…. And I have none. But when I rolled over on some one word warm and worn, and found it was liquid…. I woke to only a dream, and such as they are, I tried to hold buttons onto silk that had ripped beneath my hands, oh lord, oh lord, when might we ever remember that we were never ever poets? And yet, he comes, a-knocking. © krj 12-21-10 |
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JerryPat Senior Member
since 2010-10-30
Posts 1991Louisiana/America |
Poets are a fickle lot. We wonder this, we wonder that, and when it's all over, we can have a good laugh. Try to copy the immortals, try to pound out profundity with clenched teeth that no one sees. We write out words. We are stymied and cannot, we wish and moan, we sniffle and wail. Ah, what is this? A word to begin with. One word is no good it needs two, and then you remember last week and how it made you feel. The poem is written and you wonder why you were so uptight. A poet's lot. A writer's darkness. http://swamprighter.wordpress.com/ |
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Earl Brinkman Senior Member
since 2010-03-03
Posts 1183Osaka, Japan |
Of all your poems I like this one the best. I know what it is like to admire a poet and to be envious of his talent. I also have fretted over that one word and maybe even finished THE poem only to be dissatisfied with it in the end. But then a spark will hit me again.... |
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Bastet Member
since 2010-05-07
Posts 246 |
Ah, yes, the Muse is an elusive being.She is indeed "liquid" and very much like dreams. Yoou have expressed this in a very subtle way. Really good "ars poetica." |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
My dear sweet friend, how I marvel at the from the heart to the heart poems you write so beautifully about not being able to write. I think you encourage us all so much when you speak so softly of that which haunts us all and then you claim the victory in your words.    |
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ken206573 Member
since 2008-10-14
Posts 487 |
I have been feeling this way for the past few months, your poem speaks well of it. we may not be poets but the words are there to create one. Happy holidays |
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Martie
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since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Sissie...anyone who writes down what is felt in the heart is a poet...even the times when the heart refuses to connect to the hand, the poet lives in the poem, within. |
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Namyh Senior Member
since 2009-01-20
Posts 988 |
Sunshine - It isn't blood that flows in the poet's veins. It's ink. We are complelled by it to express our thoughts in words. It's both our jailer and our liberator. Intriquing work Sunshine. Namyh |
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