I have fallen into my Musings
to distract myself from the boredom
of being here…you there…and years between us.
I grab at gelatinous phrases and pundit prose
that would elude and allude to me knowing why it is
I pick up pen and pound the keys with such passion.
Draw me from these lines, Love,
I am foundering in the stagnant pool
of reams of themes I hide behind.
Poet and poetry are one; I know you
as you know me through these notes
leaning on the blank stares of unfinished
things that sing of loss and loneliness.
My rage, my passion, my listlessness
is my poetry; is your poetry. Poets
bear down on uncut stones and cut down trees
to birth our reason for being.
I dip into the soul and its songs
crackle and croon to no one but me
as I collect the loose leafs into bent bindings
as if I were leaving a mention
that I was here: Here we are;
poet’s penning our pulse of life
as it knocked on the door of hearts.
Author notes
for Anthony who knocked ont he door of my screen and said he believes he may only be writing for himself.
In a list
A contest entry
- Poetic Proof by FindingFate.
600 points, ended January 9, 2007, 10 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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I liked this a lot.
My favorite line was:
"poet’s penning our pulse of life."
Congratulations on the gold. -
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thank you, xdevilessx. I appreciate your comments. a poem is only as good as the compliments we get methinks.
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Exquisite
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thank you, findingfate.....love your nic btw.
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One beautiful thing about poetry is you never know who it will touch, as this one has touched me
Thanks so much for sharing
warm thoughts
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thank you forzen....I love this site because it not only touches, very often it simply blows me away....
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"I dip into the soul and its songs crackle and croon to no one but me as I collect the loose leafs into bent bindings as if I were leaving a mention that I was here" Sighhh...Well, I must (somewhat) disagree with ya, my Sister...You're penning for me, too...& anyone else with a heart & a soul that needs your sweetest music sung to them like a gentle lullabye...I always thought I was only writing for myself, too; however, we never really know the effects we leave behind with our words...AP is a great provider of proof in that belief...So many read without commenting at all, ever...& others comment constantly, showing you they were there, too...Keep singing your beautiful songs, my Friend...The Universe is listening...& so am I...Good luck in Trina's contest, Sweetie...
Wanda
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You are my msot faithful reader....you inspire me, you keep me honest, you keep my tupos in check....I owe ya, gf....how is your evening by the way?
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Awww, shucks, M'am...
Thank you, my Sister...'tis my distinct pleasure & honor to be in attendance when you dance & sing so elegantly...You owe me nothing, Carol...but if ya wanna keep writin' like this, that'll be just fine with me, Sweetie...
Sighhh...my evening. Hmmm...a loaded question if ever I heard one... I'll be alright, Lady...I'm just bone weary is all...long days, longer nights...you know...you always know...
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Interesting
Wow. This is very interesting shewl. Thanks for letting me know about such an inspired write. I really do think that I have flown away from whatever it is to be poetic on this AP site. I do it for myself - even though public dissemination and discussion would be great to have. My poetry is almost too personal at times but I suppose all of our writing is to an extent. I really am unsure of what I am saying but all I know is that the words still come out as yours do as well. Reading this was like looking into a tinted mirror. Anthony. -
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And how could my world not be tinted, with the likes of you, dear poet, to move me?
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