do i not pour my words
in your voice
do i not see from
your eyes
and hear from
your ears
do i not breathe
the sighs you sigh
and drink the rivers
and nights with you
do i not fail you
when i sleep my innereyes
for one moment and then carry on
do i
i- you from my heart
does my heart beat a moment's pause
and exhale you
do i complete
the incomplete pictures
or just float the cloud of shapes
colours
do i not make your voice mine? tell me.
writing is a therapy. i am not a writer. i am a liar and a flesh eating monster.
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yes, to know the answers to these questions... you are such an amazing and unique poet. i just loved this one and the way your words wrapped themselves around me.
~ Nicolette
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you write, therefore you are a writer. you're thinking of some intangible inherent value judgment that other people might put on your work. writing is a personal process. although, from tat place of value judgment, i must say that is this quite a nice piece.
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A flesh eating monster? Intriguing.
Very few poets on this web site so you're in good company.
The narrator being you, yes, that does make this therapy as you ask yourself the questions you obviously know the answers to. Sometimes there is a disconnect between who we are and what we write, and sometimes we can't even be honest with ourselves. I see this poem as your way of reminding yourself. Yes, it's an intriguing and enjoyable poem to read.
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How beautiful you write ...
deep and simply in a spiritual swirl of healing touch.
Completing the incomplete pictures just is the simple truth.
Love
Myra
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Loved this. Love the way you write!
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"do i
i- you from my heart
does my heart beat a moment's pause
and exhale you"
absolutely gorgeous
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you do. you really do. you are the spirit of us all tapping into the dark matter where thoughts take shape.
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lol... ooooooookay... that's wayy too much compliment!
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why do i not read you
every day in the morning
when i wake up
for poetry breakfast?
hahaha sorry for the weird comment, but i just loved reading this so much.
stanza's 3 4 and 5 were all intensely beautiful. actually, the whole thing was beautiful.
thank you so much for another awesome read.
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lol... thank you. you are just really nice.
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This is quite an intensely written poem. And yes it is a poem.
You are a poet in your own sense. There is no need for lavish
image to stir the mind but those that stir the heart. Those are the important ones. -
sometimes we wish we could all complete the incomplete pictures...
psst... you are a poet
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do I fall like snow in afghanistan?
or was it just a dream I can never quite capture?
tell me, sister?
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you just did
i have realised that i am not a poet...
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