~ The Poet’s Journey

~ The Poet’s Journey, Elisa Laura, E.L. Pure being, Me, Here, Now, Musing the Muse... :D

~ The Poet’s Journey

 

 

It searches, it calls,

It attracts, it lets go,

It climbs as it falls,

It dances, and flirts,

 

It moves, as it lives,

It pains, as it hurts,

 

As pure luck, just gives...

A greater road to live.

 

It says when it's sad,

It grows on true love,

The days are in sin,

They go ever too fast…

 

I can’t keep up,

With the hurt, of it’s

Craft…

 

Nothing to catch,

Time steals, our ways,

Of knowing each other,

Better in days,

 

No feel of inspiration,

When true love is gone,

As the wind is, that thin,

 

Fragile… tender,

And pure, on the skin,

 

Lustful serene, yet, secure…

Is my heart, in this delicate allure,

 

Without your other half;

You just can’t move on,

There are days, living strong,

And loving

But ever so gone…

 

Just also,

Hanging and starving,

Like curtains, so closed,

And no light to bring you,

Inside of your frost…

 

It approach your emptiness,

It reflects your other

Half, isn’t there,

 

But why can’t we move on?

In all certain fair…?

Maybe it's just;

Because we love the despair…

 

Not even there to listen,

Your muse shall be,

 

Not even to hear;

Your togetherness in fear….

 

For egoism, is rich, as love is

A glitch,

And the pain is too much,

For a soul in proud,

As I am too Dutch…

 

It searches only itself…

For it’s just a damn loner,

A wind of words, of the very own

Frowner…

 

Genetics, aren’t to be in denial,

They will follow you,

Until the last mile…

 

It’s like a skin of your own,

A place, where you’d grown,

Together, with each other,

But together alone…

 

Below my  own words;

Where your soul,

Is no longer

Alive….

 

Where your heart just fails,

As my heart slowly dies;

 

I fly the imaginative

But oh so blue skies,

 

And darling,

Let me tell you,

Just one more little thing,

 

I found you, halfway…

For I am there… just to stay…

 

My muse,

I’m stubborn, but,

I’m on my way….

 

 

~ Elisa Laura

Author's Note

I've told you once, I live in a Second World,
I've met there a Secret Garden...

Please if you catch any errors, on my Dutch-English tongue,
I stand open for critisism, always :) love you guys.



Feel Free xx

Reviews

[kublakhan27]

I would have sworn I've read this one before but I must have gotten distracted in some way before I could leave a review :P There's no way I could read such an exquisitely epic piece and not say anything, especially coming from you sis ;) This is you at your best, without question...I was genuinely moved by this piece. Even as I sit here and wait for it to sink in, I find myself rubbing my eyes. I'm a perpetually sensitive person as you know, and some days find me more sensitive than others. Today is an ultra-sensitive day, and I swear I was meant to read this poem today :) It is epic in its understanding of a poet's soul, and in it's sympathy toward the poet's plight. The way you worked some of your own history into it is flawless. Through learning about you, the reader comes to understand the poet's journey. And you managed to leave me in awe of the imaginative force you were able to pack into such concise lines and stanzas. There are brilliant bits of imagery scattered throughout this piece, too many to narrow down to just a few quotes. This is one of the best you've done without question my friend, and my favourite piece of writing from you. You should be immensely proud of this one sis :) (((hugs)))

Thank you so much love, for this so heartfelt review, plus for really taking the time for it to feel it and respond to it. No worries, if sometimes you can't review me, in a certain mood, it has to come when it comes, and there is never a rush with me, you know that... :) WOW just WOW, are your words, (hate that to say, the wow-word) but there is nothing else that comes up in my mind than wow... I like you on sensitive days, (those are melancholic, but oh so needed sometimes). Love to see you in every mood. (it's important). I had some errors, in my first stanza, I still need to edit, but that will come. I feel blessed, through me, some find the poet's journey, there is nothing more for my friends I want to share, than some of these truts. I thank you with whole my heart dear, you always shine beautifully on my page. Tonight, I try to be back for yours, I can't wait. I need my full concentration for those, for they diserve it. Love and (((HUG))) sweet brother. x

[Jessi Leigh]

Oh sis!! Your poetry is absolutely breathtaking. You have such a gift and your writing has just moved from strength to strength. I love the emotion behind this poem, the push and pull, the breaking open. Thank you for sharing your words!! I hope to write like you one day!!

Ooooh dankie skattie, :) thanks so much, sweet Sis. I've missed you Jess. Nah, I think I'm just reflecting my feelings ;) we both have been through much love.... I shall keep on reading your november pieces with care and love soon! thanks so much for being here... :) wishing you a great night xo :)

[Ruth]

Oh my...

Your delicate web of emotion travelled me...this moved my heart so much. So many senses in this to reel. The intricate passing of different stages of realisation, ascension, throughout...life...

Powerful love! xox

Yes, this one was a little more like the futured one on your page ;) it was a difficult one, I felt deeply inside of me. Your words bring me a smile, though.... thank you for being you, and keep smiling love xoxoxo

[Ruth]

Smiling, and you beautiful...life huh, what a ride xox

Oh my what a rollercoaster ride... haha, straight to heaven back to hell, heaven hell..... ;) lol xoxoxo :)

[Rossen]

So moved by your touching words~

" It’s like a skin of your own,

A place, where you’d grown,

Together, with each other,

But together alone…"

Brilliant!
A hue that has a combination of high lightness and strong saturation.

Wonderfully said, my sweet friend, thank you, with whole my heart.... xoxo :)

[Coyote Poetry]

A amazing poem my Poet friend. I like the flow and the movement of the poem. Good to have a place to go to find something worthwhile. I like the desire and goal of the poem. A perfect ending to the amazing poetry.
Coyote

My dear friend, somhow I missed this comment :( soooo glad you felt this one. :) it was a deeper one. Thank you dearly.

[J. J. Nightingale]

Hanging and starving,

Like curtains, so closed,

And no light to bring you,

Inside of your frost…....

Together, alone .. I have know the feeling..
Hearts do fail .. and they grow cold, and die..
We struggle to bring our thoughts to life
it seems like forever we sleep .. silent
No words to give, not even tears
Then out of that deep...
We rise .. and share our hearts and souls
Dancing in new light ..glowing ever more..

Lovely. sad.. and beautiful ... Jasmine xoxo

Wonderfully said my sweet woman. I'm so glad you felt this one. I'll be back for you I hope this night, I stayed longer on my travel this weekend.... :) it felt too good, so I hope to be back this night... (((HUGS))) x

[J. J. Nightingale]

It is Monday morning for me now.. so many things to do, I not good things, I am sad and weary.. and so worried .. .. Take Care Little Dove ....................................Jazz xox

Hello luv, oh I'm just home checking in, and see your message, let me ask you how it's now in your late afternoon, and how did the day go so far? I hope you're less sad, bringing and sparkling you heartsmiles luv, take care too........................... Eli xoxo :)

[J. J. Nightingale]

It is 6;51PM and dark here..cold ... I am still searching for answers.... xoxoxo

I know the feeling.... dear Nightengale. xoxoxox I wished I could give them to you xoxoo

[J. J. Nightingale]

♥♥♥................................:)

♥ Solo Amor para ti....................... :D

[Horizon K.]

...It moves, as it lives,
It pains, as it hurts...
... Maybe it's just;
Because we love the despair…


Wow Elisa, you know I would love this one! This is so me, as well, this inner battle of poet vs self. And you write so encompassingly and elegantly, of how sometimes we break our own hearts to write our poetry... Yes, the muse loves despair and the skies , the lows and the highs and to be on the other side, from where we can see. Gorgeous and lyrical piece Sis!!
xxxxHK

So glad you enjoyed this one, it's a bit sad, but you know as no other how this battle can be... lol... Thanks for this gorgeous review, with rich meaning for me Sis. Love you xx

[SHEEMA HUQ]

There is such delicate vigour in your words, your approach to telling the story is wonderful.

Thank you so much sweet Sheema xx :)

[Ken Simm.]

Because we love the despair. There are so many parts of this to admire. Such sense spoken, such words chosen but ultimately it is a hymn to the depth of experience. And that is more than to be admired. The emotions that make us tick, make us write, make us artists. Because that is what we do. Some, such as you better than the most.

I'm so humbled by this beautiful review my friend... I love it you always seem to pick up the right things. I always have the feeling you truly understand my writing. Many thanks to you. I'm on my way to yours :)

[Jack...]

I felt lost and alone as I walked through the mist, seeing only myself in the white vast emtiness, no sounds did I hear, only silence in muted ringing bells...Elisa. I felt this as I read your poem today. I fell, head first, into this world you have created and as I read, I felt I was floating in slow motion. Your words today did this to me. Sad, very sad, but stunniingly beautiful.

You always make a little painting dear Jack out of my words, I love that about you. Well said, nice you feel the slow motion, that was exactly how I felt when I wrote this.... it's sad indeed, but there comes light, after sadness ;) you always brighten the day :) thanks so much.