Untapped fount:
brimming full of unworded emotions
that swelled and threatened upheaval.
Scraping pens dug the earth
of my inner
being;
excavating personal truth,
volleying comets from the dark swamp of my mind.
Placing letters with their
corresponding feeling, mmm...
Unshed tears became the
inky torrent the ballpoint spilled unto naked paper.
Author notes
At first it was therapy. Gradually it became a liquid mirror that transformed along with me.
A contest entry
- when poetry happens by Dienush.
1250 points, ended July 13, 2008, 17 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
CRITICAL CRITIQUE PLEASE! BE RUTHLESS! I LIKE IT ROUGH!
Comments
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Wow, the imagery of this is rich and beautiful. I like that, though this contest was not about poetry-writing. I think the second half was my favorite. Thanks for your entry
~Diana
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love it
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I can't give critical critique because I didn't see anything wrong with it! You used such descriptions and this poem left a huge impression with me. I absolutely LOVED these lines:
"Unshed tears became the
inky torrent the ballpoint spilled unto naked paper."
Your way of putting how poems can come to you is just remarkable...
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