They say that "time assuages,"--
Time never did assuage;
An actual suffering strengthens,
As sinews do, with age.
Time is a test of trouble,
But not a remedy.
If such it prove, it prove too
There was no malady.
--E. Dickinson
We write ourselves on the page. And I see you're having trouble with lost moments and time gone. :-)
When words are written with true emotion, the feelings cannot be masked. They are as alive in the words as you or me. We can always be found out by our writing.
I thought I formally reviewed this...? My age is creeping up on me! LOL
Anyway, you know I like this one. Sums me up at age 21, when my fiance left me for someone younger and blonder, only three months before our wedding (best thing he ever did for me, by the way, not that I would have believed it had someone told me that at the time!)
Favorite line: "We tell ourselves they miss us | As the tears bleed from our pens."
I love being a writer. No other profession or hobby can turn such soul-deep sorrow into a work of art.
The torment and bliss of being alert to the motions within and without, and knowing how fully capable one is to tell a stroy in the most personal of ways. Oblivion versus existence. How is it that the poet can conjure things long dead and make them echo for eternity? How is it that words can invoke the dead and conversely kill the living?
First, may I congratulate you on rhyming that works. I try not to write in rhyme because so often the poem dies by the wayside of useless words, but this works. Makes me feel kind of, pathetic? is that the right word? Only those who write, are reading what we write, and we are all shedding the same tears together while those we shed them for blindly march on without us to the beat of passing time. Indeed. Well said, indeed. We have all written it, but still, we feel compelled to continue to bleed our pens. Writing it down is rarely enough, it is to be heard, acknowledged, stomached, and well digested. Only then does the writer feel any kind of relief, and even then, it is rarely enough.
its flows, the lines work well, good structure and it rhymes..but this is not the point.
its truthful, beautiful and it make you feel and remeber that peom we wrote...
You have truely captured the feelings of what it means to be a writer..
"As the tears bleed from our pens."
and may they be soaked up by the page and then soaked up by a reader, who despite bloodstained feels for you.
well done,
~Jazlean
WOW.. I flippin love this, "As tears bleed from our pens" Wish i'd written that. How mwny times have we written lines that turn keys and open fllodgates so our emotions fall like the rain. Really liked tye stanza about time marching on. This truly was an exceptional piece. 10min i reckon.
Thanks jerry a fave
carl
I love how you put it, I have a few poems out there of this nature. All we can do is pray that we atleast cross their minds at some point in the day. Thisi s great work.
The Ten Commandments of the Writer's Cafe (King Swine Version).
1. Thou shalt not plagiarize.
2. Thou shalt not treat badly any writer based on their age, social status, ability or creative view.. more..