The company of poetry

The strange company found in poetry

Flying with timeless spirits

Talking with the living dead

Sitting on the world's windowsill

while being intimate with ghosts

An eternal party where

the universe is the host

A voyeur to a lone woman

Sitting in a closed room 

Holding the hand of doom

Flow down parallel to her tears

Only then could one know

the pain it takes to grow 

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i see this probably a different way...in the company of other poets, some living, some ghosts...and i feel a strong reference in here to both dickinson and plath...

dickinson in terms of "i heard a fly buzz when i died"

and sylvia with many of her references to death and suicide in her poetry...

there is both peace and camaraderie in existing on this plane with others of our kind.
poets are a funny bunch...on websites they tend to have vicious battles and tear each other down, when the reality should be that they support each other and party together, because who else understands us so well?

[lifethroughwords]

i dont think im eloquent enough to comment something good enough but i really loved this.

[Frontier]

Haha, appreciate your review nonetheless thanks ;)

[Ibreez Shabkhez]

Nice stuff you come up with... different too.

[Frontier]

Thanks Ibreez!

[icelandicblue]

It is like an astral projection of the mind. We float in and out of many places in our work. Sometimes we are bystanders, other time active participants. One thing we seem to all share is a sense of something more, another dimension of being as we travel along this wide poetic continuum, I liked this very much.

[Frontier]

You are very right, thanks :)

[Coyote Poetry]

'Sitting on the world's windowsill
while being intimate with ghosts
An eternal party where
the universe is the host"
Words can bring us close to people we do not know. What a honor a reader had. To read words of great men and women who left us with thoughts, dreams and possibilities. Thank you for the amazing poetry. You open the door to a long conversation.
Coyote

[Tree]

I'm not sure Frontier if this was the path you were headed in this poem, but this is what it made me think of. When I first started writing poetry, I was all over the place, I had no ... center. So because I fell in love with expression, I went back to school; meaning, I read every poetry book I could get my hands on, wanted to sit with a different master (instructor), every night. I wanted to know Why were they considered good poets? Why did their work sing? Even today I still go back; Bly, Wright, Lorca, Borges, and on and on. You need that measuring stick, you need that inspiration. You just need to know ... how.

Well done, Frontier.

[Frontier]

Yes, I think a big part is putting the unseen, or un-thought of, into words. Thanks :)

[captain]

I really do like this, it gives us the feeling why we write poetry and all the feelings we penned, the written verse we show to the world, sigh... this is amazing!

[Frontier]

Yes, writing about inspiration itself :)

[Rossen]

"A voyeur to a lone woman
Sitting in a closed room
Holding the hand of doom"

(That's why I type one handed.)


Beautiful job of it, emotively drawn in and well thought out...100/100

[Frontier]

hahahaha I'm glad Doom enjoys! :)

[Kleio13]

Truely written Frontier

K

[Ian Faraway]

The words I write were never my own but words of the dead I speak for. The feelings that can no longer be felt. The life they no longer live. Such a beautifully tragic view. We're simply at the Universe's party, surrounded by other spirits and souls trying to dance to life's tune. J'adore!

[Frontier]

Yes indeed, thanks Ian.