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On Inspirations









There are times,
when another poet gets there first,
and says what's on your mind,
stills the ringing for a time
with a different verse,

and rhymes the colors not unkind to you,
as you whittle at the wood,
the blind thoughts
that occurred to you while scratching out the lines,

Do not be dismayed that you are not alone,
that others share your pain,
be overjoyed,
that we are much the same,
rolling through the world.

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Written August 12th, 2003

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  • jenneddin silver member
    August 20, 2003
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    I love this.... 'rolling through the world'... yes we are indeedy....... I even catch myself at times rolling through words...... anyway.....


  • stephanie sunshine
    August 14, 2003
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    ah, yes. rather than envy or frustration at finding another more capable of voicing the thoughts we claim as our "own", we should rejoice in the moment of understanding/oneness.

    enjoyed.

  • Valkricry
    August 13, 2003
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    We are all uniquely differently the same. That is why poems 'speak'. That is why true art can fuel emotions so well. I think you hit the nail on the head... Val


  • Barb Davidson silver member
    August 13, 2003
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    It all comes down to the old 'Soup bowl' we all evolved from, only so many genes to leave memory imprints in, thus we are all very similar, but thankfully we all say things differently.
    You have a knack of being able to stir a persons brain, figuritivelly of course.

    Barb


  • crimsonxXxangel
    August 13, 2003
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    explains me, too. I have been reading poems for a hour now thinking "wow- thats exactly how i feel" but never had the thought to write about it... guess maybe that happens a lot.
    -meagan

  • Odyssey
    August 12, 2003
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    Our minds all feed into our universal pain, we scream with each other, cry, laugh and hurt one another, love, live and die for one another...but we all see it, feel it, and express it in our own voice.

    The aim is to make the voice clear, and distinct.


  • myrataal silver member
    August 12, 2003
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    Coring the care

    Oh dearest Lute, of course ... intimately almost, we are connected - plugged in to the Source. On fire, we are; inspired we are; scrolling our silent songs for such a heavenly choir.

    X Myra

  • Cwm
    August 12, 2003
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    Yeah,there have been many times,when I have been like,'damn,I wish I wrote that!' So I can relate to this poem,thanks for posting this...it's really true... ~CWM~

  • Pataliyah
    August 12, 2003
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    yes.

  • another nobody
    August 12, 2003
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    hmm....well ist sure a new way to look at things i guess

    *emma*

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