Fragile moments.
Hidden thoughts.
Forgotten pain.
Lessons taught.
The light I find
only in your eyes.
The world I see
through living free.
Moments and moments and moments and moments...
if lost, my story is lost too.
This is why I speak,
the one way I know
how.
To never lose this fragile gift -
today. This moment. Now.
A contest entry
- What is the point of Poetry by Old Poetry.
1000 points, ended May 7, 2007, 9 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I'd capitalise the 'i's here. This was such a powerful poem about poetry
Thanks for your comment
Pozo
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Thank you for your entry.
You have endeavoured to express why you write although not why you use the medium of poetry rather than prose.
What you have written may go some way to answering the question for some types of poetry but what of Jaberwocky, What of the Rubaiyat, What of Tiger.
Your piece was a tasty opening but I would have liked to feast on a fuller attempt to answer the question of what is poetry. I feel you could have done the job.
Jim
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excellent expression
You express your love and your need to write poetry so well in this poem. I especially like the first stanza, because those four lines tell exactly what we write about.
Good luck in the contest!
Ethereal Melody
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