Welcome to this pen in hand
Where ink blots thoughts emerge to land
Where metaphors may seek to find
A sanctuary phrased amongst like minds
Welcome to our chance to gain
An introspect not so insane
A fleeting glimpse—small recognition
That my pen scribes beyond this page so written
Welcome to my solace—my doom
Where crafted lines converge to swoon
Or perhaps just hang in hollow halls
Like a petroglyph on a crumbling wall
Welcome to this fissure of speech
Where marble hands fumble to reach
A singular word to leach a tear
That falls to magnify this paper mirror
Welcome to my acrostic sea
Of hopes to share a melody
Though sometimes I confess to hide
--Leave paper white and thoughts inside
So welcome to this oasis—- my illusion
As Shangri-la blood attempts ink transfusion
Because my feathered pen feels freedom lies
In the white paper clouds that rule my skies
Author notes
Thanks so much Missyisstyc,
I had no idea how much I wanted to write this until you made this contest up.
Good luck to all Kj
In a list
A contest entry
- Your Comfort by mysticstorm.
550 points, ended December 21, 2006, 15 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Poet Laureate of all AP for the year 2007 Contest # 87 at The Winkler by Andantino.
875 points, ended January 12, 2007, 65 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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welcome indeed.
I love poems about the need and sometimes obsession to write, to purge to force from mind and pen the rambles of an often wondering mind.
again, well done!
K-
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It is a need isn't it. I use this in my Prologue / Epilogue (my novel turns a full circle). As the tree (chief narrator) Arbutae herself awaits the story's ending she feels compelled to tell it from its beginning and this urgency exudes from her in bits (the verses) of this poem. Being on earth at the time, the only thing she can compare this to, on a human level, is flatulence and so she apologies. Thus, throughout the progression of the novel, as she interrupts to offer a narrators view she begins with things like Whoops, Low Flying Ducks or i think even... i love my brand. Kinda silly but i thought it added humotr while making a somewhat stoic character more relateable.
So you see, you were right on target.
Thank you.
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Simply a joy to read
This one danced and frolicked inside my head. The tempo was whimsical and the content was quite enjoyable. All in all I loved reading it, so what more can I say except, bravo!
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An Amazing Poem
I can tell you placed your heart into this write- with each and every word it shows that it came from your heart. Never stop writing and never give up. This one I really enjoyed.--- You wrote this so well
Jynnette
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awesome poem! I like the "welcome" repitition, it really gives the poem its "flavor", this poem gives great insight about you, a very well written piece!
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Just Amazing
you write so well, I enjoyed this one so much. So deeply painted. I hope you keep painting words in your poetry. Wonderful I loved it.
Tabitha
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awesome work
I so relate to some of these lines Kj :leave paper white ..thoughts inside...hmm yer thats me too bloody brilliant man ya sooooooo cool.
from Tracey.
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wow..... this is amazing, such fantastic metaphore. im lost for words to discribe this..
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Your very kind Lexie. I appreciate it. I love your site by the way. You've got some good people looking out for you... that says a lot in itself.
Thanks again, Kj
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This is wonderful! Very much what I am looking for. Truly great metaphor and a inspirational santuary to many of us. Well done.
Thank you so much for writing and entering!
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