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Beyond
I thought I was beyond it
grasping I tried to hold firm
as each thread passed
through my fingers
but my art held fast
pinching my arms
numbing my fingers
itching at me
awoken from nightmares
sweat rolled from temples
a hollow reed in the dark
had begun to sing
seducing me long into night
my hands bled
and spilling my blood
I made the lines ring
in the back of beyond
I found myself bloody
weeping of the black
bleeding out poems
Style / type:
Free verse
Review Request (Intensity):
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
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Comments
Roscoe Lane
Sat, 2013-03-30 04:31
No,
No you were never beyond writting poetry, perhaps there is a natural switch in the mind that just takes us away to recharge. Everybody has quite spells, (best not to worry, or try to force.) where you can't seem to start or think about anything clearly to write. But as you've shown here it returns, and gives us great poetry. Love Roscoe...
Roscoe Llane,
Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.
Seren
Sat, 2013-03-30 05:10
ello Roscoe
thank you for the comment, I have been having patches of block something I havent experienced before and very disconcerting, I am out of the rut now I am slowly working on poems and leaving my novel alone for a while its doing my head in
thanks for the encouragment its much appreciated
love JC xxx
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats
Ian.T
Sat, 2013-03-30 08:24
Jayne
This is a different write from your normal, like pulling yourself out of a bog and rejoicing in the freedom.. Loved it but don't go there again lol.
Take care young lady, Yours ever watchful, Ian.T
.
There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..
Seren
Sun, 2013-03-31 08:38
Thanks Ian
I dont know where the muse will take me next I been on some wild rides the last week or so the tap is turning on lol
thanks for the read and the comment
love always Jayne-Chloe xxx
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats
loved
Sat, 2013-03-30 09:17
when there is a feeling of emptiness
when there is a feeling of emptiness
take a step in the opposite direction
see the setting sun
as twere were rising somewhere…
beyond the periphery
then your nerves shall relax,
read others poetry
and
critique will naturally come JC
of course you know it...
So lose not heart
in quietude abide,
go out for a long stride,
if horses you can't ride
then you will be back
as usual
Amen
Abide with me
loved
Seren
Sun, 2013-03-31 08:40
Amen to that
it was a feeling of loneliness being unable to be inspired is something I hadnt experienced before, but I am slowly getting back in the saddle OH ! and I do ride ;)
you have a lovely Easter Loved
love Jayne-Chloe xxx
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats
loved
Sun, 2013-03-31 09:06
thanks for the
add on
Happy Easter to you and all Aussies too..
loved
Seren
Sun, 2013-03-31 09:08
Thanks Loved
Thanks Loved
good night I am off to bed
love Jayne-Chloe
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats
Frenchf
Sun, 2013-03-31 06:24
Very interesting
Way of writing about writing.
I too write in bed. Do others?
Seren
Sun, 2013-03-31 08:42
I write whenever the mood
I write whenever the mood takes me and sometimes thats in bed sometimes I can be asleep and wake up with poetry in my head lol
thanks for the read its much appreciated
hugs Jayne-Chloe xxx
“The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.” — W.B. Yeats