Open Poetry #8 |
“The Mundane Poet of Generic Words” |
Effigy Member
since 2000-04-11
Posts 486disbelief |
I have written words on paper. I have bared thoughts to nameless readers. I am literally a whore of literary dimensions, I am a delusional little poet. Thought once that I cold make them think, maybe arouse some inner feelings long sense forgotten in mundane suburban existence. Perhaps I fooled myself? Perhaps I fooled you all? Perhaps no one noticed? Perhaps no one at all? I Painted pictures with words on plain white paper, but the colors were just not bright enough, and the images faded in time. You never really felt me. You never truly understood. You may have read, but You never saw the clues. My feelings (piled away and organized in generic manila folders) along with my soul have been lost in the lines of type, with so many misplaced emotions and nameless authors. I wrote. I saw. I felt. And in the end nothing had significantly changed. < !signature--> After all, what is reality anyway? Nothin' but a collective hunch. [This message has been edited by Effigy (edited 06-22-2000).] |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
"I wrote. I saw. I felt." What else is a poet to do? We do these things that you speak of, in various order, intermingled. Change needn't be monumental to be significant, though. Keep writing, please! ~ Claire Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?......Henry David Thoreau |
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Effigy Member
since 2000-04-11
Posts 486disbelief |
I asure you that this was not a threat to quite writing, it was just a story. After all, what is reality anyway? Nothin' but a collective hunch. |
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JP Senior Member
since 1999-05-25
Posts 1343Loomis, CA |
The pen is mightier than the sword! Yet those of us who wield a pen so often go unnoticed, our words unread, or worse, ignored. The power to change the very existence of humanity flows from our quill and seemingly stays there for posterity's sake if no one elses... Am I rambling again? damn. I like the work you've done here. I spoke to me of frustration and ire... Cast a vote - I did! Yesterday is ash, tomorrow is smoke; only today does the fire burn. JP "Everything is your own damn fault, if you are any good." E. Hemmingway |
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Ryan Member
since 1999-06-10
Posts 297Kansas |
I like this. I like the tragic, tried to beat fate but failed, feel that I get. This is very powerful. Ryan I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till i drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion. —Jack Kerouac |
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Corazon Senior Member
since 2000-02-02
Posts 1209 |
this is nice, I loved the end....I have certainly been there...though I must say if my writing changes not a single reader, it changes me, it helps me accept, it helps me know when its time for a change.... nice poem |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
It is strange because I was reading a Sylvia Plath poem today called still born, "These poems do not live" also I was thinking about it today. I mean what impact do our poems have, will they live forever? everyone here hopes that history will remember some of their poems. I guess for the moment we can only address the present. "When the clock signals my perishing hour of a deathbed, will I recite a verse or die in silent dignity? I have penned epitaphs on snow, and written my legacy in dust." These are the words I wrote today. anyway enough of my rambling Effigy, a wonderful poem. Really enjoyed it and I belive you have addressed the concerns of every poet. A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral. Antoine de Saint-Exupéry |
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forne_marin Member
since 2004-04-13
Posts 140Spartanburg, South Carolina |
HOLY CRAP. I don't get you, man. I go though four or five of your average to mediocre poems, just get to the point where I'm ready to call it a day and you throw this one at me and renew my hope. This is DEFINATELY going on the favorites list. At first I found it a little trite and thought you were being spiteful, but as I kept on into it your rhyme scheme and rhythm drew me in and I could not help but be blown away by it. My favorite parts are the "Perhaps I fooled myself?/Perhaps I fooled you all?/Perhaps no one noticed?/Perhaps no one at all?" Lyrically it's not that impressive, but the rhyme and rhythm are so compelling I couldn't help but love it. "My feelings (piled away/and organized in generic manila folders)" Again, a BRILLLIANT analogy/observation. "And in the end nothing had significantly changed." Talk about bowling a perfect game. The last line is beautiful summation. If I wasn't sold all ready, that last line would have closed the deal. This is one of the best of yours I've seen. The only critique I have of it is to change "in generic manila folders" to "into generic manila folders". Other than that it's amazing. |
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