Write your heart, whether or not they like it,
write your human pain and love untold,
extract your grief and unleash hidden passion,
abandon light and mine your depths for gold.
They cannot know the losses you have witnessed.
All soot and ashes, darkness of their own,
were left from conflagrations of their childhoods;
but theirs have not your coins and chips of bone.
They cannot understand; it doesn't matter
that expectations of your writing fade.
The writing weaves its magic in your psyche
and given time, makes light of every shade.
Just write your heart and so reveal your soul,
for questions with their answers make us whole.
In a list
Thank you for reading!
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The message of this beautiful sonnet is at the core of endopathy ...
to express the heart, heals the body and free the soul!
Thank you for your infinite wisdom, my friend, executed with a bold pen.
Love
Myra
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Thank you dear Myra - there are many approaches to wisdom, and your program of endopathy is one which many people can find help in. The advice of "Know oneself" is ancient; writing is one way into this knowledge. People cannot know how valuable it is until they have it. 
Thank you for your appreciation.
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You know me, I only know the basics of what makes a sonnet so I address content instead. True words of course, words I learn the value of as a grow wiser. Yes, how sad at this age I'm still no where near wisdom.
My time here on AP I have learned I have to write what is honest. Whether it's something painful from my heart or a clown story, there is honesty in every form, just feel what and when you write. Ultimately for most of us it is about exploration, and of course that takes many forms. Some want to mine their emotions, others their motives, others just want to express how they feel so others can empathize with them.none of that is wrong (though it may be laughable to read.)
I'm learning about honesty, I want this year to be about that for me. I want to accomplish a lot of things by year's end but that is where it all begins.
I'm sorry, you know me, I can't really stop commenting once I start, there are always so many thoughts in my head and it is often hard finding the ones that both the author and I can find useful.
So yes, I write. This will be my most serious year of writing and the most honest. I hope you are well. I am doing fine.
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Thank you and all the best with your resolution! We all have a need for expression, and it sets things in perspective.
I'm glad you are fine, best wishes for 2009.
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lovely sonnet...
vibrates like a tuning fork, my soulwish to find
fiber patterned tapestries still unwoven in my mind,
threads tangled in a silent room awaiting nimble fingers'
rhythmic music on the loom where un-noted dream yet lingers...
"magic in my psyche"
Now I need a canary!
~K
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Enjoyed this sonnet form a lot. It has an interesting rhyme sequence, and a message which makes a lot of sense to me. Thank you.
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Inspiration abounds!
I've always said inspiration comes from all things and surroundings, and one of the best places to go is our tightly closed memory books. the mind and heart go hand in hand, and anything whether happy or sad is well worth the time scribing, if nothing else and for no one else but ourselves.
Absolutely beautiful verse my friend, so poetic in wisdom!
Let the ink flow!
love and blessings, sandi
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Full circle, the questions fulfilled with the answers,
writing...and writing.
A wise piece filled with the best of advice,
Margaret, with most memorable lines...
"The writing weaves its magic in your psyche..."
M-C
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Thank you for reading M-C, I'm glad you like this. Questions lead us into places that we would not go except for the desire to know; I have found many things in dark corners which made life better by knowing. The forced silence that some suffer is a terrible wound in itself. I wish I could help that, the only thing I can do is exhort self-expression.
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Dark and deep and very true
I wish I had known these things when over decades
kept my very own, hidden pain simply never fades.
"Only out of darkness where even planets shine,"
became the first and with regret, my only line.
I have been sick--head cold, but eight whole days?
I won't even mention nights, but remember the ways
all thought was dribbled out, chapping up my nose ...
A good place there, a painful poem to close!
I have struggled to keep it up but regret
I may not ever really get caught up, yet
leave it long enough to sit and wait
and it won't matter that it's late!
Margaret that is the froth, to show by comparison
what yours is NOT!
Yours is a truly wonderful poem, a Keeper!
Terry
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Dear Terry, I'm sorry you've been ill, please take care of yourself!
No one may agree with what we write about ourselves, but it does not matter. No one else can see from your point of view, and memories change in remembering. Most narratives are fiction, but they give meaning where there appeared to be none.
I hope you are feeling well now.
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A miracle...
That you would write/post this as I was composing/entering my latest, writing from my own heart in a way that might very well stand outside the conventional. Let us all speak our truths in ways that are faithful to our hearts and souls, for the sake of our expression, not their impression.
This is a beautifully passionate piece from a beautifully expressive being.
Shine ever brightly,
Rahad
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Thank you Rahad - I must rush over to your page, but thanks come first.
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Margaret I really really like this poem. Its intensity and depth reached out and held on to me right from the start. It speaks so many truths. I'm very happy that this is the first poem that I've read for today.
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Thank you Zai, I'm honoured to be your pick today. Sometimes I get a strong feeling that pours out, and sometimes it sits in a file for weeks, but it must come out all the same. Have a wonderful day, sweetie!
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