Take Heed from Fountain Pen

Take Heed from Fountain Pen

A Poem by Siddartha Beth Pierce

Cucumber melon treats

sure sound neat

in waxifieng poetic schemes

dripped upon the pages

my flesh

set about in unrest

fluttering in the breeze

unforeseen

until they are unloosed

upon the likes of you

have you got a clue

of what these words are here for

to make your bodies rise, your soul soar

your mind grapple

with that with plagues us so

in the arms of the muse

we set about abused

most often by ourselves

the greatest and most hinderous

hideous critic of all

willing to scrawl

black paint over the pen

ink it out again

as if it never were

there for you to ponder

that muse has taken flight

inspired by the moonlight

in its place remains the gloom

of a sunny afternoon-

shining brightly forth

with smiles upon the sun

daunting the ones

that take heed from fountain pen

and feed it 'til the end.

 

 

© 2008 Siddartha Beth Pierce


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You write with such beautiful eloquence! Wow.
I love the way your words became liquid,
like the ink they speak of,
flowing across my screen,
dripping,
drop by
drop
onto
these pages and then
pooling up in our minds
causing us to think! Brilliant!

Posted 16 Years Ago


4 of 4 people found this review constructive.



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Yes we must take heed from the fountain pen! A really great poem, I enjoyed reading it.
Ranjan

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

lovely work, i'll be taking heed of that pen...or keyboard, lol

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

i read the title twice, and eventually read the first line of the poem, then i tried to correlate both lines..yeah, its her, Siddartha..very beautiful and dramatic and plateful of pictures...

the theme is not too dark, because it has the hope, the sound of revival..i read this smoothly and it has a vibrant scheme and flow

i love the title the most... it is what heeds the most, the essence of writing, on wings of time we fly..and that poets can make artistically.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This has that touch of irony that you have shown in a few of your other writes. Well done once again.
Debby

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

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lovely poem..
bravo

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is beautiful. Interesting and thought provoking. Utterly deep and yet petrifying. So profound to that of addiction. How ironic to this recovering addict. I know i take solace in my disease by writing! very good.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I don't like the addiction approach, I feel its more of a need in a breathing kind of way and for that I love it. A muse indeed, thank you for your review as well very kindly and this work as your other words happily ponder around my mind. Great write :)

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I really enjoyed this poem!

black paint over the pen
ink it out again
as if it never were
there for you to ponder

I can only echo the other reviews.
I loved the language, images and metaphors throughout this piece.

Excellent!

NH



Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I am lost at words, but I did enjoy the poem. It is hard to be objective at this point, as it tends to get overwhelming. Good job on the poem.

Posted 15 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I really like poems like this. Superb! I'm new here and this is a great site. I'm far from being a poet but I like thinking in the way of a poet putting myself in the arch of his had as the pen writing everyday. An outlet to feed the pen with the muse of my life as the crossroads flow from ink to paper.

Good work here. Thanks for sharing.

The hand of my heart
Dips itself
Into the emotions of my soul
Arguing with my mind at what to write.

Just a bit of a poem I've started to write.

Art



Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Siddartha Beth Pierce
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Richmond, VA



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