Poetry is -
a burning view
from the Alps
a Gothic steeple
icey chandelier
proverbial terrains
~a voice~
from ethereal bodies
winged creatures
Lion of Judah
the ransomed soul,
~the sachet~
of apple crisp
lily squeezed
pears in melting winter
~the touch~
of a lover who
aches with music
puncturing pain
scorching worship
~the tastes~
of cinnamon flames
melon showers-
(pink rain)
~the sound~
of sharp Seraphim
bronzed echoes
choirs in thunder
~a dance~
on toes
arms pulling air
fingers swallowing
~the artist’s~
milky clouds
baked orange strokes
smokey curls
cubistic blues
~from the inside
and into space~
heart-blood tinsels,
exaltations,
prophetic psalms
the dignity of
the written speak.
(III of the "Writer's Schematics" Series)Copyright ©2002Zealberry
Author notes
Every author has the vulnerability and protective nature of self which may reluctantly share verse, for fear of its inadequacy, that will bring the senses to fulfillment . With each one's unique flair, however, we hope that with one of our writes, we can permeate the stereo-typing and define it in one for all time. I believe that poetry is that language set apart from any other, and that there is a message which is holy and part of us to give and come very close to that.
Written May 24th, 2003
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Yes,poetry is all that and so much more. As Emily Dickerson stated (I don't know how she phrased it) but with words, you are exactly what I want you to be and you could be anything." Which in actuality, it is so true.
Thank you for the read and I ma so sorry about your Mother. My heart to yours. Wishing you a gentle healing.
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very good
This was most enjoyable, the poet as a painter describing the emotions of the world so all can understand.
the tastes~
of cinnamon flames
melon showers-
(pink rain)
What beautiful images and memories (cinnamon toast)
thanks,
John
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Ohhhhh..nothing more lovely then to have one of YOUR poems to respond to ours. Lovely, lovely, as always, Mr. Repomen. Thank you!!
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only one song in the world.
Agrip the pen, soul burning bright,
that hungers so to tell.
All truth abides within plain sight,
And our father loves us well.
Thru space and time a line extend,
unto a kingdom fair.
Whose glory is without an end,
Being given to declare,
Thatfaith and trust have made brand new,
Where death by sin once laid.
While the writer speaks of His love for you,
And the debt of sin now paid.
Unto the pen does pass the choice,
Who will own the writers hand?
What one shall speak in the father's voice,
That His children understand? -
Hi. I read your comment.
Using drama and metaphors, I illustrate an experience that accompanies each of the senses, thus, actually creating the inspiration for what poetry , in essence, truly is. All of it, you see. If you read each first line you'll see the senses are involved:
sight-(a burning view)
inner conscience -(voice)
smell-(sachet)
touch-(passion of a lover, adoration
taste- ( melons and spice)
sound- (thunder of a storm)
Finally- All the things experienced in orb of life itself, making it a written oratory of what inspires. Hope that helps.:)
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this is a very beautiful poem, but i don't understand what this has to do with your inspiration... unless this is all of your inspiration... please clarify, good job, good luck, and keep writing!!!
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