The Poet

The Poet

Bleeding true poetic words
United by our pain
Daring versifiers spill ink upon the page
Drilling ever deeper

Authors search inside their head
Hoping to make someone feel
Shreds of some emotion bled.

 

Boldy go where no ones been
Let loose imagination
Achieve the one and only goal
the feeling of your senses.

 

Repeat redo and rearrange
Order the ink to bless the page
Suite each word to stanza sound
Enchorage rhyme to hang around.

 

Peak the path with purpose yours
Obey the heart and nothing else
Enter the words as they are felt

True to yourself is what needs be
Remember it's what keeps you free

You are the poet it's your marquee

©J.Edenshaw~2008

Author's Note

critique is appreciated

Reviews

Ah, a poem about poets; the only *real* way to explore what poetry means. Science may cast a dubious eye over self-reference in definitions, but in poetry anything is possible.

You have a lovely way of crafting words here that certainly evoke "Shreds of some emotion bled." I found stanza 3 to be particularly tantalising, even though there seems to be a typo over the word "encourage". It captures the writing process perfectly - or at least the way I do it; I imagine there are many different ways of writing poetry. Also, "Peak the path with purpose yours" - love the repeated P's, it creates a very strong (dare I say 'powerful'?) and uplifting vibe that commands such as "Obey" and "Enter" reinforce.

I would, however, have liked to see some more variation taken with punctuation and, by extension, tempo. There seems to be a lot of possibilities for grand pauses and epic exclamations to suit the exploration of this romantic ideal that isn't being fully tapped. That, and perhaps unify the rhymes; I'm not sure if I'm missing something (quite possible!), but they seem a little haphazard without contributing anything deeper to the poem.

That's my two (*cough* twenty, more like! Can get a bit carried away =)) cents; keep it up!