A chatter of words huddled outside the window.
As always, a few preened, others were concerned
they might be passé or seen, with a partner, trite.
Some prayed to the almighty pen of the artist,
let them be written lyrically, poetically ,
meaningfully, allow them to be embedded in the heart.
Sometimes shy, at other times resentful of pictures --
those images of a thousand endless prattlings --
this chatter had come to the entrance of vision
ready to celebrate. A poet, a wordsmith was calling --
out of the blindness of cacophony -- merriment
and joy to commemorate her passages of chiming verse,
bespelled lines of symbolic imagery and metaphor.
They crowded against the pane, peeking and poking
full of simile, ready to have their names called,
even the polysyllabic multi-jointed high browed words,
hoping to fill her mind with wonder and eloquence.
What fun was to be had with her compliance and verse.
Why even the strident, dark and scurrilous terms
hinted at smiles as chances were rated for being expounded.
No matter how they were viewed, each wanted her to know,
wrapped and bowed or mimed in chiaroscuro,
every sound whether elided, stuttered, stressed or
expressed in plain speech was ready to fall
across pages, out of the pen and into the hearts of her readers.
3:55 PM
10/22/08
Manchester Lakes, VA
Author notes
May you always have words filling your banks and not have to wander the dry wadis of writer's block. 
In a list
A contest entry
- 'Come Celebrate My Two Year Anniversary on AP With Me!!' by Cynthia Gaines.
2000 points, ended November 8, 2008, 28 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think, what it makes you feel, how you are moved.
Comments
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Eloquent, Saturating
This poem brings to mind of an open mic night for me, as I read I'd hoped of my former companion to be thinking these same thoughts. He seemed to be so delighted and proud of me back then. Especially since the poem was about him.
When we can relate to a poem on this type of basis and understanding, makes this type of connection, I'd say the writer/poet has done a terrific job of being a poet. In his ability to communicate relationally. Good Job spledid work!
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We spend so much time in a dance with language. We are showered with sensations that breathe life into the verbage we allow to carry our reflections across a page. To often, when my pen has scrolled its flourish across a page, I feel as if the words themselves have decided what spell is cast. May your tongue always be carried away with the gentle splendid delight of all the bewitching wonder that our words can create.
Love,
Tom B.
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stunning
beautiful
i could actually see it... words pressing upon a window pane aching to be used..
really, i find this poem amazing. thank you for writing it
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Thank you. I like to try to create a little magical delight, now and then.
Peace & Light,
Tom B.
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Ooops sorry I clicked on this then realised I had already clicked on it. I will make sure I read some more of your work and comment on it and if I can I will give you some more applause for this one.
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I loved the way you started this your ideas and images are very original and creative. I love the way you stretch your writing to another level. I like the way you use rhyme for example in these lines,
As always, a few preened, others were concerned
they might be passé or seen,
The rhyme is natural and not forced. I like the way you make the reader feel something from your writing.
The word prattlings -- is very interesting. I love the use of your vocablary. I think your poetry sounds very professional there is a style about it that is different and elegant. Like the way you use imagery and metaphor.
I hope you do well in the contest you certainly deserve to with this poem. I only have praise for you.
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May I always prove worthy of these accolades. All I can offer is my thanks. Glad you enjoyed my attempt at humor.
Peace & Light,
Tom B.
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Thank you for being a friend!!
"There is nothing on this earth more to be prized then friendship" ~Saint Thomas Aquinas Peace, Cyn 
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Hello there I really enjoyed your piece here. Your pretty taleneted keep up the good work!
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Thank you.
Peace & Light,
Tom B.
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"every sound whether elided, stuttered, stressed or expressed in plain speech was ready to fall
across pages, out of the pen and into the hearts of her readers." This isabsolutely gorgeous! Every writers dream is to inscribe their vision of the moment onto the mind of another human being. Thank you for describing this so beautifully!
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Everything seemed so heavy in this contest. I thought I would have a little fun. In the process I got lucky or may be lightness of being is truly the path to inspiration.
Peace & Light,
Tom B.
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This was a really great piece!
I believe the only problem I had was with this sentence right here :
"No matter how they were seen"
The word seen is not seeming right to me. It's like it should be "No matter how they where watched" or something like that.
That's just me tho
I am blown away at how you can just picture everything going on in this piece.
Kari
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I have a world that is full of objects acting human, the ephemeral becoming concrete and magic blossoming where least expected. Glad you enjoyed it. I have a few more about word magic in the same list of poems that this one is in.
Peace & Light,
Tom B.
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You words do a soothing ballroom waltz across the page. I do believe one day your thoughts and words will change the earth for all the power they have in them.
I loved every bit of this
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This is a very high compliment. I am happy to touch a few, make a difference here and there. You know, give thanks for all the gifts received and give back where you can, when you can. Thanks from the bottom of my heart for believing in me so.
Love,
Tom B.
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Ahh, you dance words across the screen and into the limelight...we see others looking in as we are looking at them...yes its all words..perspectives..selectives...coloured with a cacophony...liked the metaphor...the celebration...smiles at your concern for my running out of words...put me and a chimpanzee side by side with a typewriter and 'tis true...the chimp would and could write a sonnet and shakespeare before I could...but still I join the dance of words for the love of language...the need to celebrate and this is quite a party you have here!
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Somehow it seemed to be the way to look at them, like little creatures -- magical and mystical in their own right. And if it is true that they have their own internal reason, then, why not an entire system of feelings and desires. We think we write the poem, but too often -- I find, the poem writes me.
Love,
Tom B.
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this is lovely. I adore the imagery... the wording is soft and delicate. Perfect for this piece I must say!
The last stanza was the most powerful for me... again it is the unusual way that you use words that pulls me in every time!
LOVE IT!
Best of luck in the contest
Love,
Mel
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I thought perhaps my whimsical magic would make the wait and lassitude less of a trial. Nothing like a little madness and a curious smile to make time dance quickly away.
Love, Tom B.
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JUST BEAUTIFUL
The sweet magic dancing within your words leaves this reader in awe once again...for the muse does watch fom her whimsical window as beautiful words put on a show and poetic magic is born once again...excellent! thank you so much for sharing this smile with me...may the light of love and peace be yours dear friend
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You know, I take a view of language and words as having a life of their own, whether the tools of a muse or just pixilated madness too often I am written by thoughts more than I grope through conscious choice to come upon a poem. Glad you enjoyed my madness.
Love, Tom B.
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ahhy there is power within your words as each of us find the power of facts within it.
well done and I thank you so much for sharing.
Love and Light
Frozentearz
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Thank you for taking the time to stop by. Thought you might enjoy this whimsey. May your day be delighted with magic when the heart pauses between beats.
Peace & Light, Tom B.
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I have visions of words peeking in the window, different identities for each. This is brilliant work as usual.
it is always nice to have a smile on my face when reading your words.
Adore this.
Juls
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Yes, like pixies and elves. All shapes and sizes. Frisky critters with long whiskers. Magical universe is the way I see it and why not words. Haveing some one's real name is but a sound.
Anyway, glad you enjoyed and I will have to find a way to let my magical world free again another time.
Love, Tom B.
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the last stanza hit it home. thanks for sharing. it was a most powerful piece that hit so close to the heart and soul. let the muse take hold and let that pen go....
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Just another example of what happens when my sense of whimsey gets caught nipping at the magic of my soul.
Love, Tom B.
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My dear Tom, I don't think you will ever have a lack of words. If words are your audience, beware, because such exuberance can spill right over and storm center stage... You do make them dance. I don't think there is much you don't get to the heart-art of. 's
This was fun and sly and holds quite a word bank all it's own, some of which I am off to explore.
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First -- it is so good to hear from you. Second -- this is like my poem "The poet: Gulliver" full of whimsey and fancy and my own madness.
It was fun and a little different, but how boring we would be if we did not continue to explore and learn. I am such an ignorant vetch. It seems all my study just makes clear how much I forget and how quickly knowledge scrambles from my doorstep back into the wood.
Love, Tom B.
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This is a wonder with a whimsical tinge...
I like the vision of these words with vowels
pressed against the window hoping to be
let in next. Great use of vocabulary as it
expands the write without losing the reader
or its playful voice. Blue
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The hardest part was refering to the words with different identifiers. It was fun. Similar to writing about writing poetry and animating words in that one as well. Given how often words freely consort with my imagination and then write me, I tend to feel they have a life of their own.
Thanks for sharing the pleasure you have found here
Love, Tom B.
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Suits her to a 't'...as only you could describe a poetic voice, with wonder and joy. C
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You know me. Words are like pixies, devilishly delightful but often getting you in trouble. I have had far too many shove my foot in my mouth.
Love, Tom B.
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