The Way I Feel Words

I feel words

the same impetuous way

most people feel

                    hunger or cold

                                headache or joy

often

my words

will gently whisper to me

in the same affectionate way

    a lonely mother

would caress with loving thoughts

      her first son

            not yet born

              although so much alive

at times

my words

capriciously play

their tricks

in search of new identity

                                              for better or for worse

I gladly

give away

my very soul

and all I ask of them

is

                to remain

                        forever true

                             forever whole

P.S. This poem was included in the Anthology "Romanian Poets of the 21st Century" Published by "Cetatea Literara" Cluj-Napoca 2002

Reviews

[Vincent Moore]

First let me welcome you to this site, I to am a new member and have places some of my work here. Petra I am so pleased to see you here, big hugs from me to you sweet writer/poet. Your words are magnificently placed as always. I have felt your brilliant gifted words and they have always kept my interest, you are captivating, your imagery is always spot on and your audience drawn in by your words. Your talents are unique and I am so pleased you are here to share with us, your fellow writers/poets.

[Petra Vlah]

Thank you so very much Vincent for your kind words and warm welcoming. I hope this is the site for people like us who enjoy writing and the pleasure of sharing, but are not interested in making the pennies other sites are offering

[Onku Ghosh]

Lovely poem!!!Words have a way with us writers....they can gently whisper to us or at times be so demanding that we have to leave everything and jot them down.But we want them to remain with us always.Very beautifully penned

[Petra Vlah]

The difference between regular people and the creative writer is the new valences artists will find for everyday used words Thank you Onku, I appreciate your visit

[jacob erin-cilberto]

this is fun...and so true for us poets...we don't want the words to leave us, even though at times they bring us joy, they also can frustrate us...drive us crazy in the middle of the night...

but aren't we lucky to get to do this?

i feel i am...i feel like conduit..they just come through me when they feel like it, and i have little or no control..

really related to this piece.

jacob

[Petra Vlah]

I know what you mean by having no control over the words that demand their right to be written. Once you write the first verse or paragraph they start their free-fall and it is almost impossible to stop them. Their timing may be wrong for us, but they don't care and keep on coming...

[Imara]

" her first son/ not yet born/ although so much alive" I love this metaphor that you have for a writers (or your) yet to be written story. Just love it.
I also love the stanza where you express the trials of trying to figure out what you want to say with a piece of writing. or its "identity"
Overall I love this it expresses so perfectly every writers writing. Our process our hearing an idea becoming inspired and then moving on to the writing. I especially love that you end it by saying that you want to remain true in the end. Remain honest to life. Great Job! I loved this! :)

[Petra Vlah]

Thank you Imara - you got the meaning of the poem right. It is also about the respect writers should have for the power of each word and use them with the "love a mother caresses her unborn child"

[Imara]

Yes. I agree completely :)

[Astro]

You're not alone in this place I'm sure Petra, for I and many other fine wordsmiths like yourself feel this way. The way you end the poem talking about words changing identity is very appropriate and deep to consider the true nature of the ever changing words that swim about in our minds and then find themselves on the page in a "whole" which is different and unique from the last time and the next. Well done.

[Petra Vlah]

Thank you Astro. I am totally fascinated by the ever-new and complex identity simple words seem to find each time we put them in a different contest

[Astro]

You're welcome.

[Sami Khalil]

The power of your words and the definitions of words and the meanings they carry. Splendid...:)

[Petra Vlah]

Thank you Sami. Having read one of your poems earlier today I know how well you are able to use words to create powerful emotions.

[Sami Khalil]

You too...You are welcome...:)

[lee von cleef]

words , their individuality, the ability to camouflage a meaning, then lift up and add weight, meaning to a thought, to a idea, Quiet curled up kitty-cat style they yawn, yoga their backs seemingly to the moon,Then fall down the stairs, in a heap, all x's and O's scrambled looking at us , then the stairs, to exclaim "Dam that was quick!"

[Petra Vlah]

Words are expression of thoughts and they have a power we all need to respect as they can cut deeper than a sword or caress with the warmth of a lover

[The Blood Poet]

Wonderful. A very beautiful work. Vivid and finely tuned. Looking forward to reading more.

All the best,
Storma Sire

[Petra Vlah]

Just read one of your poems and I am really impressed - no wonder you are a published poet! Coming from a great writer like yourself, the comment you left for me is even more appreciated. Thank you

[The Blood Poet]

The honour is mine! No wonder you are published as well. Congratulations on an amazing career.

[Petra Vlah]

Originally written in my native language, I hope this poem is not "lost in translation"