This was so beautifully written. You hold so much wisdom and truth here. You really made me look into myself with this as this felt so personal and truly like a part of yourself placed on a page. I am so happy that I got to read this. I really think you expressed this perfectly. This is going into my favorites so I can enjoy it again.
Poems about poetry, often called or titled "Arse Poetica", are very difficult to pull off. So many have been written that unless it is completely original, stark, mesmerizing, and powerful, scarcely a soul will care. Believe me, I've tried writing them and haven't published one to date. I think you should keep the first line, the best, "Poetry is a place" and also "My triumphs and scars/are engraved there." Then focus on a metaphor, not the realism, of how and why we write poetry. That's the only way you'll go deeper and possibly say something original. Put this one away for a while, then approach it again fresh. Keep working! :)
I like the purity of your work!!!
I believe too often people mistake or measure skilled writing as being obscure, mysterious, and not easily understood if you're not a scholar. When actually good writing ministers to an adults broken heart while telling a joke to a child!
Its like mature wisdom has met childlike curiosity!
I look forward to seeing your book on my shelf one day!
Okay, after much thought and reading and re-reading I am finally prepared to render an opinion. I think that this is a very solid poem, I think it is excellent up until the vary last word, which I would have preferred to see as "write" instead of "share".
Simple, beautiful, and incredibly effective. There's a lot more truth in just these few lines than in most of the lofty, melodramatic pieces people write concerning literature.
THAT, Em, is soooooo true. When I am happy or sad (especially when I am sad), It just bursts out of me ... Like when my Orlando died. We put him to sleep in the stable and after I wept for a while, I literally ran back into the house writing I LOOKED AT DEATH TODAY .... It is like that ... and obsession, an addiction and a cure.
I like this peice very much. Nothing constructive to say, sorry. I like it as-is. I wish you would've entered it in the Twelve Lines or Less competition I had recently. Well done.
Great job. I have never thought of poetry as a place. But I like the idea. And I suppose we do expose our heads and hearts and souls more than we know. And I can't imagine not blasting ideas out...so you are right there as well. And, not being a natural sharer, I had never really thought about sharing ideas. But I suppose that is what happens. I actually have no idea what I am doing most of the time or why. Your poem makes me realise that I so into the process that I can't see beyond it.
It seems very complete to me. Despite the few words used in this poem, their meanings speak volumes to the reader, especially to other poets. This is an excellent poem that defines our work.
to the Lost Boys
I am no Wendy;
but my voice brings you back to me.
And you sit around my feet,
anxious for a story
or a kiss.
Listening to my words
spinning adventures,
like so much g.. more..