I loved the physical structure of the poem. The short third line of each stanza gives the poem a rhythm which, after the first couple of stanzas, is actually looked for and expected. The fact that these expectations are met, produces a sense of refief and almost satisfaction. These feelings are then transposed to the actual meaning of the poem and, while appreciating the fact that you, as the author of the poem, are laying your thoughts and feelings bare upon the paper, there is also a belief, a hope, an understanding that I, as the reader, will be let in. A beautiful collection of images. Thank you so much for sharing them.
Diane
The last verse is a cracker. Also like the word clouds and the overall sense of writerly intimacy that precedes it. It is true that poems are of us. Though I sometimes wonder if we 'receive' the best ones from outside ourselves. But we have to be in our own poetic gyres first.
I really liked this piece. It is very honest and straight-forward. For every time you post a piece, you are putting yourself out there for everyone to judge and critique. For those who don't write, have no understanding of how personal it is. There are subjects that I have written about that I haven't spoken aloud to anyone, not even my husband or my mom. It's that personal. Sometimes it's taken me years to get up the courage to write it, if at all.
That vitality which flows from a scribe's pen is what keeps us breathing, don't you think? I think so. You say it well here, that burning feeling that will never go away--to write, write, and write some more, because life can become empty and boring without that lifeline to hold onto.
"The words that form like clouds
Upon a reddening evening sky
Are mine"
To me, clouds symbolize life and inspiration. A red sky is overwhelming passion, which reminds me of that saying "red sky at night is shepherd's delight; red sky at morning is shepherd's warning--to me, tying this in with writing makes so much sense, in that it can be the most beautiful feeling (i.e. red sky at night) or be the most loathesome frustration ever known (i.e. the latter, obviously).
Thought I'd stop by and leave some thoughts. I enjoy your well thought-out reviews and realized I should re-establish communication (I'm horribly inefficient with time and responsibilites, my bad)...
J
V, this was truly a wonderful read. You are so right - poetry is you! All of us..
Loved your images, which you have sculptured so brilliantly with your lasting words.
Words keep me going, hold me high
They are the breath that keeps me
ALIVE
Oh wow, yes, writing is the driving force, which keeps me alive and sane!
Can't imagine a world without words
We are art in it's purest from. Uncontrolled and running wild with imaginations and the ability to use our brains. This is a wonderful piece of writing I love your imagery and thoughts behind this piece. You are always a great joy to read.
I loved the physical structure of the poem. The short third line of each stanza gives the poem a rhythm which, after the first couple of stanzas, is actually looked for and expected. The fact that these expectations are met, produces a sense of refief and almost satisfaction. These feelings are then transposed to the actual meaning of the poem and, while appreciating the fact that you, as the author of the poem, are laying your thoughts and feelings bare upon the paper, there is also a belief, a hope, an understanding that I, as the reader, will be let in. A beautiful collection of images. Thank you so much for sharing them.
Diane
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