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A Poet Bares The Soul
A poet bares the soul in verse for all the world to see.
The words pour out in barbs or moans that satisfy the need.
Born with such an innate voice, he must respond with phrase,
A poet has no secrets and reveals his hidden ways.
No matter how the pain evolves, it lessens with the verse.
Writing loosens up the knot that might become a curse.
I ponder as I pen this line of all the men I've known.
Perhaps they would release their wrath if they would write a
poem.
Smilesz.
Indeed a well deserving tribute to the mesmerizing arts of your words, Jessica.
A stark poem of elevating the worth of poets to that of a demi-god ? hehehe, perhaps...
And yes, your Author's COmments are beautiful in its brevity... speaks of the most essential truth. Smilesz
If u can, pls visit my first hall at www.postpoems.com/members/mel and read a similar work of mine: With Words As My Clay
I hope u will like it.
Smilesz.
My words exactly Jess, very well done :)
Love Sarah
ah, such delicate metre, skips right along. You seem to be on the verge of breaking out in a sonnet!
I might suggest ... if you don't mind ... there is one syllable too many in the second line. What if you put 'satisfy' for 'alleviate' ... a tradeoff I know, but I tripped over the four steps in alleviate, where I feel the dance would be divine with satisfy ... or another three-syllable word of your choice.
Nice sentiment!
Ken
My Secret River
If the eyes are the windows to the soul, poetry is its language. Well said. Poetry is about feelings and emotions, I guess that is why I am drawn to country and classical music.
HK
I know exactly what you are saying here. I love to visit your hall! Your words are most time simply stated but have a magnitude that touches the heart long after the visit is over. You are a very talented lady Jessica!
~Lesa~
Superbly done......an excellent poem, loved the way you penned this one!!!!
And what we read in you is:
a pleasent breath of fresh air,
a soft ray of sun warming the soul,
a refreshing spring in a cool meadow,
a refuge to rest the weary mind.
jessica,
I like your writings. I believe every poem a person writes is the person on what their feelings is, poetry comes out from one person and wow, then people see you through paper.
Jessica, you comment:"If you read my poetry, you read ME":
Well, if I fold you into little squares;
& you do not blush if MY soul bares;
& if you hide ME in "spider places";
& if each phrase describes lovely faces;
& if you smile when you hear crickets
(they are MY words, those are MY voices);
& if you shivver when I "pass" you in school;
& if your pen unties even your mortal soul;
& if your IMMORTAL soul grows longer & longer wings
each time you read me,
then YOU know why
MY heart still sings!!
You are the grandest compliment to Poetry that I've ever known. Toujours.......sucre.
"Poe" I'm not, nor "Rich" am I,
but I'll be famous, b'ye and b'ye !
WOW!!! Jessica I just absolutly, positively Looooooove this one... this is going to be one of my most favorite poems for the rest of my life! You just could not have said it any better!!
Thank you:)
Peace and love ~~~~ Dougie ~~~
Nice rhyme and ease of flow when read aloud. I also enjoyed the message. It has such truth in it. I do like your poetry. I am sort of randomly working my way through here, stopping at titles that seem to draw me. I most likely will get through most of it in time. My, you are a prolific writer! Tim
O Jessica!
How true! What self-revelation a poem is. Release and redemption for the many.
Thank you for writing and posting.
Elizabeth Dandy