Supple lines begin to flow
As the pen floats with ease,
Though with seeds still left to sow
From passages we tease.
We watch the light filter
Through the grove of oaken wood,
Almost a mad quilter
The poet's heart understood.
Patches of imagery stitched
Like a wandering sage,
As the pen began to pitch
Stories upon the page.
Please tell me what you think
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It is one of my favorite things to go back and read a poet's first entry on this site. This was quite an interesting piece. You are an amazing poet and it truly shows even from the beginning. Many poets grow over time but you have so much talent.
Congrats on the honorable mention by the way!
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Glad you did well!
Mine was DQ'd
Tang
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very well expressed and woven from the heart of a true poet, wonderful addition to the tapestry. be well and be blessed
for your addition to the tapestry, do you think please you could put your real name and your location as TITLE of your poem? if you are from USA please put state, if not, please put country thank you -
well, if she thinks that the poem is too long, then just omit the last stanza. you could stop at the third one if you wanted to, it is a logical endng. ...... or I guess you could combine the two middle stanzas, just leave the essentials.
but I don't know. you are a better writer than I.
-Pap.
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Really good but a bit long for the verse. I am combining them to see if it fits. I think it may be OK.
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