Expelled Poetry

Expelled Poetry

A Poem by Gary McDonald

Misshapen flames set to no tune,

Inflecting their light upon the

Paper. Seated under heavy thought,

Memories roam still as night creeps

In. A hand reaches out to grasp

The elegance of smooth necessity.

She sways along the soft-lit page,

Carrying with her, the words,

Expressions, hopes, and wishes,

Banished from an empty mind. Defying

Contempt she demands prosperity.

Nearing the end of emotion’s wealth,

She pauses at the final word. Thinking,

Or merely waiting, her mystery, kept so.

A blanket stare of dancing horses,

Gazing deliberately at trail completed.

 

Tonight spread thin upon my ego, blazing

With the sound that only she can bring.

I can but await her invitation, for

Another night of expelled poetry.


© 2010 Gary McDonald



Author's Note

Gary McDonald
Yep, I wrote a poem, about writing a poem. Seemed the best place to start upon changing pace again.

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"Memories roam still" somehow creates an atmosphere. It makes the rest of the poem "believable". Reminds me of how I feel just before I write or draw.

It's like a description of the moment when all the ideas are still separate from each other, but you know that they will turn into something else.

Interesting.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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You did a great job your words are amazing. Well done!!

Posted 7 Years Ago


But I do see a man who wrestles the gods all night and labors for his meal each day And it carves in you a understanding of humanity that is put to beauty in your poems and stories.I see more in you then you do.And I will try to get you to use that gift to open the minds of the rest of us.
Thanks Tate

Posted 7 Years Ago


expelled poetry...you waited and heir such a lovely fruit...blanket stare of dancing horses...my favourite page is blooming...glad to see...

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

"Memories roam still" somehow creates an atmosphere. It makes the rest of the poem "believable". Reminds me of how I feel just before I write or draw.

It's like a description of the moment when all the ideas are still separate from each other, but you know that they will turn into something else.

Interesting.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Well I would say this is more then just bout writing poetry, it is an ode to the muses that inspire us writers. Very nice work

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Well you won over Tate.. muy bueno Poet Brit!!!

This is so darn good.. you really are growing as a writer and I am thrilled.
Your wording and verses are just beautiful.
well done Gary..

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Damn I cant quite put it straight what is it that you posess that I crave so much I cant get my mind around it yet.It seems a understanding of old english and irish flare lol Oh well I guess I can just enjoy it
Excellant
Tate

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

What a great picture you have painted. I see this women like in a life like dream of peace. She has found her release and comfort in the form of ink from a pen. Great work again Gary!
RLG,
Tommy


Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

There is such a deep, dark beauty here... moving within the paths of the mind... coming to life as she moves, working her way to the page... What a wondrous, vivid write breathing such marvelous imagery into the process of creative flow and form!

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This has a wonderful flow and is a beautiful little story you draw one into. I love the last stanza most of all..." spread thin upon my ego, blazing"... I'm glad the invitation arrived. Nicely done.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Gary McDonald

Crawley, West-Sussex, United Kingdom



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Do not love for the love of another, nor seek the sights already sought, live for the lives of the many, and your days will in time be taught. Gary I'll be swinging in from time to time, but.. more..

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