Swan song

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Out on a lake with a feathered friend singing,

lily pad gazes abound

Looking for thoughts and the words they are bringing,

often not hearing a sound

Spending my time on the shores of creation,

tossing a stone through the air

Searching the banks for a thoughtful summation,

down, because nothing is there

 

Pouring my heart into poetic phrases,

reading till night comes to call

Not really seeking some untraded praises,

no, nothing like that at all

More like a welcome, a hi, how you doing,

so nice to see you again

Thanks for your time and your kindness reviewing,

let’s see what flows from your pen

 

Don’t take this wrong, though it sounds like complaining,

there is not much I deserve

Sometimes I speak when I should be refraining,

hoping I don’t hit a nerve

Is it too much to expect some of reading,

maybe from those I call friend

Or do I sound like a whiner who’s pleading,

losing the strength to defend

 

It hurts when you find you are not near the writer,

that you envisioned you were

Behind the tears it is not any brighter,

everything comes as a blur

So here I sit with these thoughts I am slinging,

knowing, I’m probably wrong

Out on a lake with a feathered friend singing,

sorrow, this swan’s lonely song,

sadly, I must sing along

 

Reviews

[Stella Armour]

"a hi, how you doing,
so nice to see you again"
Sometimes there can be a long silence between the best of friends Will ... don't take it to heart :)

[emmajoygreen]

'Spending my time on the shores of creation,
tossing a stone through the air
Searching the banks for a thoughtful summation,
down, because nothing is there'

Seems like that sometimes, words are not enough and the air between you and a reader is stagnant with silence. There is often a flow of responses within a group of like-minded people - good or bad. But not everyone has the same way or grace of looking at life and the emotions found it day by day! All emg is say - as many do is - keep writing!

[willweb]

Thank you, my friend. Sometimes you just feel like you don't belong. You though, have always made me feel welcome and I appreciate that so much.

[Writergurl]

Wow, kinda sad really, I enjoyed this write, speaks of the heart and soul

[willweb]

Thanks so very much. I appreciate your visit and it is nice to meet you.

[Writergurl]

i will be around possibly more to read and review more. I am on vacation from work for now.

[willweb]

That's nice, wish I could say the same...the vacation part that is. : ) Welcome back.

[Writergurl]

thank you. Works stinks, but gotta make that money and all for nothing.

[willweb]

Yep, I know what you mean.

[Stu. T.H.]

It is such a wonderful poem, not for only its catchy verses, or its entrancing tone, but also for the thoughts of the writer that manifested so clearly through it and the emotions it evoked. Thank you for such a good read, author willweb, and the fun time it granted.

[willweb]

Thank you for taking the time to read and comment. Glad you liked this one.

[Seriana]

This is humbling....
"Pouring my heart into poetic phrases,
reading till night comes to call
Not really seeking some untraded praises,
no, nothing like that at all
More like a welcome, a hi, how you doing,
so nice to see you again
Thanks for your time and your kindness reviewing,
let’s see what flows from your pen"

We all want to feel welcome. This is a nice reminder of give and take here in the WC community. Seasons come and go, ebb and flow I've noticed. Do not worry yourself about being the writer you envisioned. You are a wonderful writer from this perspective and I enjoy reading your shared words. Thank you Willweb!

[willweb]

Thank you Seriana. It is so nice to see you again.

[William Michael Reeves]

You are the poet you need to be. It is nice to hear what other people think, but how your poem makes you feel is all that matters. The satisfaction of putting the puzzle together, finding the rhyme and squeezing the ideas into phrases and stanzas, verses and lines. The poet you thought you are sounds like someone else's vision. The poet you wish you were is yours to find. He's likely in the mirror ... you just gotta clean it so you can see him.

I've been wondering what's up. This poem answers that in a way. Sending poetical dust your way.

[willweb]

Thanks so much my friend. Poetic whining at its finest or coarsest or somewhere in between

[Hickory Dickory]

I love this poem, and it is very relatable to a lot of writers. You have such a talent with writing!

[willweb]

Thanks so very much. I appreciate your kind words.

[D. Mansfield]

Hey Will, you are probably the reason I am on this site. You reviewed so many of my poems, and ridley I didn't reciprocate. I feel the hurt oozing out of this piece, and wish for it to get better quickly for you. Thank you

[willweb]

Thanks so much friend. Sorry for the late reply. Sometimes things just get to us.

[Lorry]

Hi Will, how the hell are ya? Haven't heard from you in at least oh, must be going on the best part of a week by now 😊
(Did you see what I done there?) 😊
Your words are in fine fettle, asi hope you are too. Even when singing of a lonely birds song, that beat and flow just keep on erm, beating and flowing.
I hope your weekend d will be brighter than ours, which depending on what channel you watch, will either be bright and breezy, torrential everything or time to repent, as the four horsemen trot into view. Personally, I prefer just sticking my head out the window of a morning. Most times I even remember to open it first!

[willweb]

Hi there...you have reached Willweb. Please leave a message at the tone and Willweb will get back to you as soon as he can. Thanks for calling and have a nice day. Oh, I almost forgot.............Beep!

[Soren]

Feelings that I too have had so well expressed in a poem that flows. I certainly hope that this is no swan song for I would deeply miss your verse.
"Looking for thoughts and the words they are bringing,
often not hearing a sound
Spending my time on the shores of creation,
tossing a stone through the air
Searching the banks for a thoughtful summation,
down, because nothing is there"
Sometimes what we are looking for is right under our nose and we can't see it.

[willweb]

Thanks so much Soren. Sorry for the late reply.