Translation of a Feeling

These were the uncuttable poems

Nobody understood so easily, as other writers

The fact that you can’t fold a poem around

A butter knife, you can’t tell a muse

She is the muse without damaging the poem

The poem is forced into the reader

Like bread and wine, there is no counterpoint

No dialect, no firm pressure of the hand on pleasure

It’s just smooth writing paper, petals firmly inward

These word fibres are only echoes composed

Out of the dalliance of minutes wasted on

Breaths and heart-beats, letters undelivered.  

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

My muse is named Euterpe. And there's no point in telling her who she is since she has been the same for over seven thousand years. But I did write a poem for her entitled To the Muse... I don't think it damaged either her, the poem or myself. I do believe certain other things though like one cannot "kill time" without at least INJURING eternity... and that axiom seems reflected in the last lines here...I enjoyed the read.

[Eloha]

Well I hope Fabian that you are a grandfather! Because that would be ideal for them grandkids!

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Beautiful work. Your words and imagery are magnificent.

[Eloha]

Thank you Cord

[Baby Ricochet]

I really like this one. Thank you

[♪Barklight♪]

Beautiful imagery, well done

[Calibaster]

Wow, this is an amazing poem! great job, I swear, you are an awesome poet!!! :)

[Eloha]

A Muse is always a thing that has to merge with your own soul... and own inner muses... with "yourself" I think....

"The fact that you can’t fold a poem around
A butter knife" rich imagery....

There will be love again...
But for now it seems a long road...
I've been there, so I felt this.
Beautiful poetry.

E.L.

[Eloha]

I still stare at wow wow wonder at my muse! Like the song 'Wild Nights' by John Mellencamp:
read moreI still stare at wow wow wonder at my muse! Like the song 'Wild Nights' by John Mellencamp:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1aoywIHLqbs

:-) Yeah the things were much easier in the 90's lol... Boogies... and danced... (yeah like me too lol) Oldschool. I always loved his hoarsed voice... That's why with me good luck and bad luck counts 7..... years. :D Common out 'd dance.... Common out and make Romance ♫ LOL :D