I am one of those rare finds who would rather read poetry than write it. Yes I am a writer, no I am not a poet. I enjoy observing others' paintings, both in colors and words. I like sweet simplicity as well as depth and darkness. I'm here to read.
To you, stranger, I am merely another human who is here to boost your poet-ego (if you're clever and you impress me, anyway).
Now go, my children, and write!
- Last seen on Oct 3 10:34 PM. Member since November 27, 2007.
- I'm a emerald dog poet for 5 comments.
- I am a 19 year old woman from Minnesota (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm reading.
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karabi on January 6You are a unique person indeed - being on the poetry page yet not writing poems! I must admire you. Please allow me to present you something I like.
THE RESIGNED
I have let go of my rudder at last
For I have nothing to chase
And nowhere to reach
And nothing interests me any more.
I walk without any fear and expect no favour
And go places freely neither for profit nor for loss.
If I don’t get a chance to climb up the ladder
I am quite happy with my place at the bottom.
I have let go of my rudder
Now I am happy to be as I like.
I go wherever I please
And accept whatever comes my way
Never scrambling for anything.
Against my choice
I don’t have to be with anybody
Nor do I have to quarrel with anyone.
I keep my counsel to myself alone.
Often have I tried to please myself
By pleasing Tom, Dick and Harry
And by grovelling at the feet of many.
I have banged and begged at many doors
Asking for favour from some
Wasting many unnecessary words.
At long last I have got my recess
My last holiday without an end.
After a long day
Now I want only to play.
No longer shall I bear unbearable burdens
I’ll forget things that I never liked
Returning the broken shackles to its owner
Now I shall stand erect
With a steady head on my shoulders.
Spring has come and gone
But I had no time to enjoy its blessings
I kept myself busy only in gathering.
Now I shall roam about
Giving no thought to anything.
I shall grasp none in passion
But leave everyone to one’s own self.
Cured of the diseases of ego and ambition
I shall be one with everyone.
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Transcreation of the poem 'Udasheen' from the collection Kshanika by Rabindranath Tagore.
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ThePinwheel on November 28, 2007I was eager to read your poetry after you commented on mine, but then i noticed your thingy that says you just read, well then , I am honored you chose to read mine, thank you for the the lovely remarks and i will take your advice and start to look for contests.
Light and Love,
-Emily
