The Solidarity of a Poet

The Solidarity of a Poet

Written by Adam M. Snow

Bleeding ink from my fingertips, 

my heart pours out to you.

Word for word it lingers, drips;

a snow white canvas tainted. 

I plead my words, a solemn despair,

I ripped my soul to share.

A poet's journey never ceases,

in this life nor yonder.

From a soul torn to pieces;

a magical birth of awe. 

The storyteller pleading, dreaming;

a child's heart, screaming.

We are the poet, mending, breaking;

shedding blood, our ink.

Lost in thought, truly aching,

scattering pages across the floor. 

A poet's dream shall never come;

a countless writing - a rule of thumb.

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Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Written with words like razors at the proverbial wrists; cutting through the arteries of invention. I think every artist spills a bit of themselves in creation; the painter upon his canvas, the poet on his page, the sculptor chipping away the marble to reveal the art contained within. Here's to the continuation of all those who pursue their craft with passion and integrity. I enjoyed the read.

[Saumya]

Wow!! This Exactly is what a poet's solitude is like.I love the picture you've displayed here.As for the words, needless to say, Indeed! As poets and writers 'our pen' and 'page' is ultimately those two precious things, that aren't living, but means our world, and more than a loving person, who embraces us with all its heart!No matter what day, Time and moment it is.

We celebrate our happiness with this ink, sob off our our heart by this ink, and it is this ink, and the paper which makes us smile in reflection to what we are!

Thankyou for writing and sharing this.Very beautifully penned!

[Adam M. Snow]

Thank you for your kind words

[Saumya]

You're welcome :)