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~ The Poet’s Journey

~ The Poet’s Journey

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~ The Poet’s Journey, Elisa Laura, E.L. Pure being, Me, Here, Now, Musing the Muse... :D

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~ The Poet’s Journey

 

 

It searches, it calls,

It attracts, it lets go,

It climbs as it falls,

It dances, and flirts,

 

It moves, as it lives,

It pains, as it hurts,

 

As pure luck, just gives...

A greater road to live.

 

It says when it's sad,

It grows on true love,

The days are in sin,

They go ever too fast…

 

I can’t keep up,

With the hurt, of it’s

Craft…

 

Nothing to catch,

Time steals, our ways,

Of knowing each other,

Better in days,

 

No feel of inspiration,

When true love is gone,

As the wind is, that thin,

 

Fragile… tender,

And pure, on the skin,

 

Lustful serene, yet, secure…

Is my heart, in this delicate allure,

 

Without your other half;

You just can’t move on,

There are days, living strong,

And loving

But ever so gone…

 

Just also,

Hanging and starving,

Like curtains, so closed,

And no light to bring you,

Inside of your frost…

 

It approach your emptiness,

It reflects your other

Half, isn’t there,

 

But why can’t we move on?

In all certain fair…?

Maybe it's just;

Because we love the despair…

 

Not even there to listen,

Your muse shall be,

 

Not even to hear;

Your togetherness in fear….

 

For egoism, is rich, as love is

A glitch,


And the pain is too much,

For a soul in proud,

As I am too Dutch…

 

It searches only itself…

For it’s just a damn loner,

A wind of words, of the very own

Frowner…

 

Genetics, aren’t to be in denial,

They will follow you,

Until the last mile…

 

It’s like a skin of your own,

A place, where you’d grown,

Together, with each other,

But together alone…

 

Below my  own words;

Where your soul,

Is no longer

Alive….

 

Where your heart just fails,

As my heart slowly dies;

 

I fly the imaginative

But oh so blue skies,

 

And darling,

Let me tell you,

Just one more little thing,

 

I found you, halfway…

For I am there… just to stay…

 

My muse,

I’m stubborn, but,

I’m on my way….

 

 

~ Elisa Laura

© 2013


Author's Note

I've told you once, I live in a Second World,
I've met there a Secret Garden...

Please if you catch any errors, on my Dutch-English tongue,
I stand open for critisism, always :) love you guys.



Feel Free xx

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I would have sworn I've read this one before but I must have gotten distracted in some way before I could leave a review :P There's no way I could read such an exquisitely epic piece and not say anything, especially coming from you sis ;) This is you at your best, without question...I was genuinely moved by this piece. Even as I sit here and wait for it to sink in, I find myself rubbing my eyes. I'm a perpetually sensitive person as you know, and some days find me more sensitive than others. Today is an ultra-sensitive day, and I swear I was meant to read this poem today :) It is epic in its understanding of a poet's soul, and in it's sympathy toward the poet's plight. The way you worked some of your own history into it is flawless. Through learning about you, the reader comes to understand the poet's journey. And you managed to leave me in awe of the imaginative force you were able to pack into such concise lines and stanzas. There are brilliant bits of imagery scattered throughout this piece, too many to narrow down to just a few quotes. This is one of the best you've done without question my friend, and my favourite piece of writing from you. You should be immensely proud of this one sis :) (((hugs)))

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

7 Years Ago

Thank you so much love, for this so heartfelt review, plus for really taking the time for it to feel.. read more



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You put emptiness into words in ways that no body else can. What do you do when you look into the mirror and your reflection is not there. It is difficult to move on when the air is too thin to breathe. Thanks for another good read.

P.S.- you seem to be missing some S's in the first stanza but that is all. Your Dutch-English pen is just fine.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

7 Years Ago

* metaphorically plus: "Die Bildsprache" ... klingt besser auf Deutsch ;)
Kenaz

7 Years Ago

The search for self is one of the most important times of our lives. Let's hope we all find ourselve.. read more

7 Years Ago

Nicely said my friend, I hope that for each and everyone with whole my heart too...
Indeed, genetics are who you are on the inside and you can not fight what has been handed down from grandparents and parents. However, you can be a strong fighter. "For a soul in proud as I am too Dutch…" how well I understand this. We are proud, we do not want to admit when we need assistance. Your muse is understanding and will wait for you. She will not cheat on you or be disloyal...and it seems to me you have made peace with her again. What a monumentally emotional write this is. The introspection is intense and powerful. A pleasure to read your words again. Lydi**

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

7 Years Ago

So true.... thank you for this terrific review my friend, I think the (Dutch Part) we share, makes y.. read more
This is very deep yet... leaving a feeling of rawness to it.... The feelings are very real and sensitive. what an amazing journey you lead me on... this is a very smooth flowing piece....purely breathtaking

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Lover Of Words

7 Years Ago

Trust me i have been in your shoes more then i would like to admit...Rock bottom is a place i visit .. read more

7 Years Ago

Exactly, we don't belong there... it can not always be "over happy, and fake happy" we are how we ar.. read more
Lover Of Words

7 Years Ago

As im i lovely one... any time you need :)
I'm addicted to a certain kind of sadness. It freezes the air in my dreams and reminds me that I am alive. Amazingly beautiful. Perfect.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

7 Years Ago

What a pure review, I love these words, for I can recognize myself on moments in your words. Your an.. read more
We must keep moving like fish in water and our journey is difficult and rewarding. The poem is written with a gentle but strong hand.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

7 Years Ago

Thank you so much sweet Anne, for this wonderful review you give me. I have missed your sharp eye ;).. read more
icelandicblue

7 Years Ago

It is so good to see you and I hope that you are feeling well now.

7 Years Ago

Thanks so much, I'm hanging in there, it's a slow process, but with enough balance here, and to real.. read more
I have read this poem before, but did not review it.
I was touched by the sincerity and I was moved by the vision of the person I know as Eli in this poem.
Thank you for sharing such a deep part of yourself in this write.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

7 Years Ago

Aw, thank you for these words, you know me well my dear friend.... :) thanks for also reviewing my p.. read more
poetry will keep that love alive somehow, some way...
even with loss the pen moves...in remembrance...

and it scatters the pain just enough that we can live with it until the next happy emotion tips the pen toward the paper.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

7 Years Ago

Hi jacob, yes, so true! Thank you very much my friend... couldn't have said it better :)
This is really good.

Another sad piece I've discovered it seems. The loss of someone you love can be very painful and difficult to deal with, indeed. At times it can feel like the hurt will never dissipate, will never lessen, but after a time, it does.

I think the part that got me the most was the mention of the Muse. I too have written about my muse. I find it can be just about anything, bringing forth the inspiration, telling us the words to put to paper. Often, in the case of love and heartache, our muse will be a person.

Another part that really spoke to me was this; "But why can’t we move on? In all certain fair…? Maybe it's just; Because we love the despair…"

That stanza was profound. I think, as artists, as writers, we sometimes cleave to the negative emotions because they were born in the more positive ones. Sorrow springs from the loss of joy, hate is born first of love, and loneliness comes from glimpses of closeness. We feed on these emotions as our fuel. Our muse needs them in order to speak to us.

I really enjoyed reading this. And I hope your journey's end is somewhere warm and happy, where loneliness is nothing but a distant, fading echo.

Be well.

-Caradoc

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

7 Years Ago

Aw, feel so honored you say this, Paxie and Belle are my Bro and Sis, for real, at least we feel tha.. read more
Caradoc

7 Years Ago

Friends are always good to have, and Pax and Belle are two of the gentler souls I have met here in t.. read more

7 Years Ago

They def. are, love them to the bones.... :) they know :) and I'm glad we have interact more, I can'.. read more
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Pax
The feelings of this poem is so overwhelming, your secret garden from a deep feelings...

~ A poet's journey is always rich with emotions and imagery. It's a multi-lives, like an outer world in the vast space. In poetic persona - despair is beautiful to read, yet painful to feel... The journey will be forever long, like you and I - our journey have just begun...

A very delicate piece, with a very intricate feelings...
Great work, big sis!

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

7 Years Ago

HAHHAHAHA I will be the princess dear don't worry LOL, will send you a black horse ;) I have the whi.. read more
Pax

7 Years Ago

often times in the journey on what we think and what comes out in our hands sends a cryptic message,.. read more

7 Years Ago

Hahaha love you make me smile from ear to ear, you're such a fantastic bro!
But why can’t we move on?
In all certain fair…?
Maybe it's just;
Because we love the despair…

Perhaps, in the end the despair is all we have left of the one's we love. Heartfelt write, Elisa.

Posted 7 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

7 Years Ago

Thank you precious woman... you mean much to me! x

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