When my eyes were hard
and practiced at seeing inside
disguised deceptions,
when thoughts were callously cold
seeking always finest edge, pure reason;
flowing creativity found blank walls
broad brush of day –to- day always
painting over thoughtful wiles
as if graffiti on a bridge.
When my eyes softened
seeing a baby born,
still wet and new
nursing at mother’s breast;
welled to tears visiting
memories of heroes,
saints and angels of my life;
or felt the warm breath of a lover
over the iciness of my will,
and dreams came to find
the rest of me;
painting stanzas on blank walls
waking with verse dripping from
urging memory.
Then rising tides of feelings
brought home long lost ships
and my pen spoke the language
of my visions, and sang music
heard only in my thoughts;
touching a resonant rhythm
in the world all around me…
and ink simply flowed.
Author notes
Theme : Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance
~ Carl Sandburg
In a list
A contest entry
- Dripping Ink...A 12 hr contest... by poet2angels.
475 points, ended November 30, 2007, 11 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Blank Canvas by Transcend All.
1100 points, ended December 4, 2007, 14 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Revival of The Cricket by B Chandler.
1500 points, ended December 29, 2007, 6 entries
Honorable winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Whoa. What a beautiful change has occurred within these lines. From a calloused cynic to literary savant, one whose eyes have lead to a transformation of the heart. I notice also, how thee is a profound change, and yet it is an ongoing one . . .eyes softened and welled, feeling the lover's breath over the remnants of iciness, and finally the tides rising until ships came to port where they had belonged all along.
The image of the inkspots was so perfect. Like the eyes, they showed the amazing transformation.
May your ink forever flow.
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as I have told you before, I like it very much, it's a tender poem showing how simple beauty can be inspiring
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My dear friend, you have penned one of the greatest poems on poetry I've ever read. Beautiful, beautiful work.
I know that I could never do this justice by entering that contest, but I will by your request continue to scrape at the walls of my being.
I stand in awe of you with this. Bravo.
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What calibre of soul wrote this...I msut say, I am glad to know well enough to read. Yoru words are simply stunning as you take the reader through a journey of commonality.... beautifully, thoughtfully penned.
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Excellent
Very profound and insightful creation. Such vivid and masterful use of metaphors. Congratulations on your trophies.
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First, let me congratulate you on receiving the Gold and Emerald trophies for this gracefully written work of poetry.
There are extremes in life when it comes to the evidence of what we take into view. The one you've mentioned here; "When my eyes were hard" compared to; "When my eyes softened" is weighty.
I can remember being quite the rebellious one as a young woman. Almost angry at why I was born Black, and female. It seemed that there were two strikes against me. That anger grew as I became older, and discovered I was not rich (as my giving parents caused me to assume). When I saw my first grandchild, long limbs, beautiful head of curly locks, big, bright button eyes...my vision began to release those angry feelings. With each grandchild I was pruned, until now, after four, (most especially the last, a girl, after three boys) my hope for them dispels the belligerent feelings I garnered for society, and now recognizes that all must be done in love, regardless of the given situation. Which of course I cannot change.
I will always be Black, and a woman (and I love that). I can become wealthy, even now, past half a century in years.
There is a stunning beauty in these words poet. It is always my delight to read your earnest thoughts and feelings. You are an inspiration! I am bookmarking Lynda's contest so that I may write as inspired by these words.
Congratulations on being her pick this week.
Much Love & Respect ♥
Renee
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Renee-
you are an inspiration in so many ways, the wealth you already possess and share with all of us is a real treasure, it has been my wonderful good fortune to have met you as a poet, writer, and teacher; and your personality comes across these pages like a warm hug on a frosty morning; you have graced my experience as a writer and a poet on AP; I will always be thankful and grateful for that...PK -
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You humble me dear friend, and cause me to sit in great esteem. I too am exceedingly happy with the company I keep here at AP. You are a leader in a line of many great poets that make me ecstatic that I call myself a poet. May God continue to bless you and keep your quill filled with the imagination and reality that your "Ink Spots" scribe.
Much Love Always ♥
Renee
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"and ink simply flowed."
Truly remarkable
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Thank you-
congrats on your cricket...
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Ooh a very fine write, indeed!
I very much enjoyed reading this as it's so very well written!
Thank you for sharing this and for being a part of the contest!
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Transcend All
For some reason, as I read the words upon this painted canvas, I had visions of one immersed like pen to ink. Once the emotion had become an expression splattered across the canvas, the [one] returned to it's liquid form [ink]. I read through it three times, each time experiencing the same. I felt as if I had seen my own creativity emerge , only to return once when all had been said. With every remembered thought, with each felt expression [love] [pain] [new life] I was able to once again see the world as a series of blank canvases. Each waiting for their muse, the emerging creative force within us all, [just sometimes it dries up, withers way] Or have we forgotten about returning to the source of our inspiration? Sparking our muse [keeping the ink flowing]
Thank you so very much for your showing! I remember now!
Namaste'
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thank you for your kind and generous words, and for a most interesting contest experience...PK
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Such is our miracle PK...a beautiful write of what is is we see to mirror...congrats to you...
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congratulation
a deserved win
an excellent piece
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congratulations on the win. I am honored to be in the contest with you.
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Thank you Tiresius
wonderful contest here...PK
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Sigh~
Tears fall when reading this...You have expressed how poetry seems to follow, living in our hearts through life's experiences and flowing from fingers gently onto paper. This is a masterpiece....I am touched
Lynda
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Touching a resonate of thoughts and rhythm that surrounds one as one begins to write! Wonderfully stated verse. Good luck in your contest ~Sie
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Thhank you Sie
thank you for your kind words and for reading... so much appreciated...PK
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This is outstanding. Great flow and so softly writ my friend, so softly writ
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Thank you
i listened to some of your music, very nice ; i write songs too... so i appreciate what you have done...PK
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