My writing is not who I am;
it is only what I have left behind.
As the unseen wind is known
by the tattered skeletons of umbrellas
that, no more able to give
shelter, succor, shade or cool,
are thus cast aside to flap sadly in mud,
so too is this muse found only in remnants.
The constantly signaling presence
in these wet symbols set fresh upon pages,
is by others traced, replaced or ignored,
seeing only that which is always past;
the fading, failing glimpses of a brilliance
that burned its shape upon the eye of a poet.
Words, the afterimages of a thought.
Author notes
Meant somewhat as a coda to my previous piece "Words, Plural" which can also be found here.
Thoughts welcome.
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Superb
'tis another fine write, indeed, You express your thoughts quite clearly. Thanks for sharing this one with us.
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the first two lines seemed as if you were making some statement about yourself, and then going on to prove or substantiate why you believed that to be.
you had some amazing imagery in here ...skeletons of umbrellas depicting wind was there.
and great last line, made me say inside, that is so true.
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welcome to allpoetry
"failing glimpses of a brilliance"
but you have captured it so well. I absolutely adore your wording in this piece. You give an image to contemplation. The last line is perfect.
I very much enjoyed reading your words. Thank you for sharing your talent here with us all.
Keep writing on...
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Great Expression
L5-8 "that, no more able to give
shelter, succor, shade or cool,
are thus cast aside to flap sadly in mud,
so too is this muse found only in remnants."
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It seems remorseful; dissapointed; longing.It even seemed a tinge angry in spots near the end. It made me sad. I liked it. You only refer directly to yourself in the first two lines; why?
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A very accute question, thank you. I'm not certain why I leave aside references to myself after the intro; I think it has to do with the conceit of words being afterimages or footprints. When a poem is completed, the thought which inspired it (like the poet who thought it) is no longer relevant. I simply leave the words to be, independently.
Thank you again for the question, it led to some interesting thoughts.
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Your ink has great flow.....lovely similes you chose too!
Words, the after images of a thought.....
I bet you come back to this over the years and add
little touches here and there....like a master painter
wanted to add his wise touch that he knew not he
had when he was just a young poet.
ears/Seattle
I enjoyed this poem!
Thankyou for sharing it!
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