A poem

A poem

A Poem by Island Hippy
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you tell me then we’ll both know...

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high above breaking blue 
the poet grazes, 
her mind in dirty places 
secret places. 
bursting to create, 
 .... rehabilitate 
her somewhere mind.

representation of pro-creation. 
a veritable feast of lovers fare 
upon flavorless surfaces, 
with just the stroke of her pen.  

could this be a new beginning, 
to end thoughts of waning 
and stagnation? 
a litany of verse 
syl-la-ble by syllable. 
words piled high, 
a smouldering heap 
of poetic slow burn.

© 2018 Island Hippy


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I have such a passion for writing. I can't imagine ever being without it. But it remains a mystery, the way it comes and goes, leaving us fulfilled, then high and dry. Much enjoyed this, Izzy!

Posted 2 Years Ago


Island Hippy

2 Years Ago

Right on :) I really like your review... well said! Many mahalo Kelly
That compulsion to write, to put pen to paper. I think we all suffer for our words. I have a love/hate relationship with mine. I hate the struggle to create, but have much affection for the baby birthed. Stop, start, stop, start, there is never an easy pathway. Very relatable lines Izzy.

Chris

Posted 2 Years Ago


Island Hippy

2 Years Ago

I love hearing how others get on, how the words churn and the like. I too can totally relate to your.. read more
Christine Anne Shaw

2 Years Ago

You are welcome Izzy
This is lovely. 'a litany of verse' and 'poetic slow burn', great word choices and excellent potrayal of how a writer/poet's mind works most the times.
I feel the thoughts of waning and stagnation may subside for a while but they resurface often.
Brilliant piece.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Island Hippy

2 Years Ago

Ae they do don’t they... I find I’ve learned to appreciate those times of ‘waning & stagnation.. read more
sometimes writing can be like a night of making love---but more than the feeling is left as a result---
the children we create in that frenzy...they are permanent....

ah, that burn----i relate to this because it is how i write...in bunches, in a frenzy...several at once and then it's time for the cigarette (if i still smoked) and the cooling off ----coming down from the high.

this poem has a fire to it...a passion about writing...the real poet will feel.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Island Hippy

2 Years Ago

Love this review, it nice to know some one as prolific as you can relate, I had imagined you have th.. read more
jacob erin-cilberto

2 Years Ago

i am the furthest from organized when i write...i am just a conduit...the words come...and i write t.. read more
Writing, a blessing and can be a sickness. We must write, sweet or not. The words we write. Still our babies. I liked your thoughts my friend. I hope you are enjoying the days of Summer. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

Posted 2 Years Ago


Island Hippy

2 Years Ago

Aloha John, lovely words. We must write - yes my friend! Many mahalo x
Coyote Poetry

2 Years Ago

I agree my friend. And you are welcome.

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Island Hippy
Island Hippy

Maui, Hawai’i



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Kalani & Skipper’ mom, I visit the cafe and write occasionally in between all the mom stuff. Mahalo. more..

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