Inscaped

The inscape of a blank page.

Calling to the imagination.

Merging with the

last cast of night.

Blooming bright with the sun.

The heart of a poet birthed,

from dancing memories.

Shaded by sorrow,

highlighted with hope.

Quilled together,

by the cadence of life.

Typeset in a fading script.

Reviews

[William Michael Reeves]

Had to think about that for a bit. The inscape of a page. Like the blank landscape waiting to be planted with words. The empty mindscape filling with imagination and irrigating the ideas. The furrows of the page seeded with experiences and dreams. Then in the sun of inspiration quills live, and die, having spent the ink, drying in the heat of frustration and fading in the scrutinized radiation. Then the cycle begins again. Hmmmmm

[Cherrie Palmer]

I was listening to a novel ( while cooking dinner) and she used the word inscape.

I had to stop the tape(well my phone)and think on that word then search for a pen.

[emmajoygreen]

You can juggle words, thoughts, memories from out of somewhere yet nowhere and create a stream of magic, Cherrie! Words that make a reader stop, think and stay - thinking more. Many thanks as ever and always. Take care of yourself, keep safe.

[Lisasview]

Hi Cherrie,
How true it is that memories..dancing memories are probably what inspire us as poets the most.
I love the way your words moved easily along the page...
and I also love...the use of metaphors...
Lisa

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you Lisa and it is true poetry seems to leap into our thoughts and then push everything else aside to make room :)

[Lisasview]

I love that you wrote that... like a poem itself dear Cherrie.
You are most welcome.
Lisa

[red93]

Your verbal dexterity is dazzling Cherrie and how you manipulate different threads. Excellent ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Cherrie Palmer]

:) thank you

[Lorry]

Coincidentally, I not long ago came to a journals end and it took me weeks to begin a new one, awaiting a thought fit for a fresh new page. In the end I decided to stop editing myself and just make my mark, for better or worse and stop procrastinating (phew, thanks spillchuck)
In the end I am glad I chose one that offered hope of the coming new season that added optimism that winter wasn't forever and hope does spring eternal.
The imagination knows what sometimes we forget.

[Cherrie Palmer]

I was minding my own business listening to a novel. When this word started a chain reaction. So I stopped the audio and began. :)
And yes I agree

[willweb]

Sometimes a gift, sometimes a curse. Poets tend to see things others don't and actually believe they understand them...I know I do though a poet is not me. I will hear something and it will begin to write itself when I really am not in the mood but, there it goes with or without me. That is a very cool word. I like that. Your poem was fun and I did understand it. : )

[Cherrie Palmer]

Yes. For the most part poems come in a mad scurry and I try to press them between paper.

[Einstein Noodle]

how many ways can we say the same things ... the words run out .. the juices dry up ... the skin shrivels ..and we write about the fading ... so romantic ;))) love the metaphor ma'am .. strong throughout .. that blank page
E.
ps. great title .. very fitting with your poem says i .. the scape of our inner selves .. wow!!!

[Cherrie Palmer]

Thank you E.
I live when I have to stop what I'm doing to chase after a notion. I'm glad you enjoyed it.

[Einstein Noodle]

i think a great many of us keep some kind of paper and writing utensil nearby wherever we sit, walk and ride ... those times something hits me and i am without ... sure enough the "brilliant" thing is lost .. i think it goes into the great muse's work book and shuffles around with all the other brilliant poet things .. gets spit out somewhere down the line .. in the mind of another ;) top o' the mahrnin' to ya Ms. Cherrie!

[Chris Shaw]

I have lived it and loved the moments as only a poet would understand. Very nicely conveyed Cherrie. Have a lovely Thursday.

[Cherrie Palmer]

The focus of a poet can dial in on something as minutiae as an atom or as large as the universe. read moreThe focus of a poet can dial in on something as minutiae as an atom or as large as the universe.
Either hiding from reality or illuminating it.

[Chris Shaw]

So true. Dancing dust motes is a favorite of mine :)

[Cherrie Palmer]

Yes it's like being in your very own snow-glob

[Chris Shaw]

Love that thought. So much joy in a snow globe :)

[Ken Simm.]

Very interesting an lucid concept. Crystal almost in its formation.

[Cherrie Palmer]

I heard the word inscaped and it captured my thoughts. I had been listening to a novel. But had to turn it off to mull over the word.