~ 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

[Kenaz]

You put emptiness into words in ways that no body else can. What do you do when you look into the mirror and your reflection is not there. It is difficult to move on when the air is too thin to breathe. Thanks for another good read.

P.S.- you seem to be missing some S's in the first stanza but that is all. Your Dutch-English pen is just fine.

Great metaphorical said my friend, you know me, and the mirror is a important part of me, not that I'm vain, no way, but in sense of finding (with so many cultures in me) "the true self". I have it for a while, but in my youth this was difficult. Thanks for helping me out with the grammar as you always do, I so appreciate that. Thank you Kenaz. :) Great review.

* metaphorically plus: "Die Bildsprache" ... klingt besser auf Deutsch ;)

[Kenaz]

The search for self is one of the most important times of our lives. Let's hope we all find ourselves one day.

Nicely said my friend, I hope that for each and everyone with whole my heart too...

[Lydia Shutter]

Indeed, genetics are who you are on the inside and you can not fight what has been handed down from grandparents and parents. However, you can be a strong fighter. "For a soul in proud as I am too Dutch…" how well I understand this. We are proud, we do not want to admit when we need assistance. Your muse is understanding and will wait for you. She will not cheat on you or be disloyal...and it seems to me you have made peace with her again. What a monumentally emotional write this is. The introspection is intense and powerful. A pleasure to read your words again. Lydi**

So true.... thank you for this terrific review my friend, I think the (Dutch Part) we share, makes you understand this so so well. It was a very emotional write, but there is light ;) your words mean much to me! Liefs, uit Arnhem xx

[Lover Of Words]

This is very deep yet... leaving a feeling of rawness to it.... The feelings are very real and sensitive. what an amazing journey you lead me on... this is a very smooth flowing piece....purely breathtaking

Thank you for saying that Kelsey. This is my inner journey, I must walk alone, but together alone... and it's sad, I know, I belief in being Rock Bottom, before we can find a tiny light.... so you have to know me also through darker times... love and hug! xx thanks a lot.

[Lover Of Words]

Trust me i have been in your shoes more then i would like to admit...Rock bottom is a place i visit frequently but i always know thats not where i belong... In time you will find your strength and come to your reason... Until then i will be here for you

Exactly, we don't belong there... it can not always be "over happy, and fake happy" we are how we are. And that's what I love about your honest pen. I'm here always for you too! xx

[Lover Of Words]

As im i lovely one... any time you need :)

[joshua deathdealer]

I'm addicted to a certain kind of sadness. It freezes the air in my dreams and reminds me that I am alive. Amazingly beautiful. Perfect.

What a pure review, I love these words, for I can recognize myself on moments in your words. Your analysis is always perfection my friend, :) thank you. x

[icelandicblue]

We must keep moving like fish in water and our journey is difficult and rewarding. The poem is written with a gentle but strong hand.

Thank you so much sweet Anne, for this wonderful review you give me. I have missed your sharp eye ;) and honest words, thank you thank you...

[icelandicblue]

It is so good to see you and I hope that you are feeling well now.

Thanks so much, I'm hanging in there, it's a slow process, but with enough balance here, and to real life, I try to manage ;) thanks my dear.

[David Scott]

I have read this poem before, but did not review it.
I was touched by the sincerity and I was moved by the vision of the person I know as Eli in this poem.
Thank you for sharing such a deep part of yourself in this write.

Aw, thank you for these words, you know me well my dear friend.... :) thanks for also reviewing my poems in blue times lol.... I hope there comes more happiness after these in the quill ;) you're welcome, glad you where here... my friend.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

poetry will keep that love alive somehow, some way...
even with loss the pen moves...in remembrance...

and it scatters the pain just enough that we can live with it until the next happy emotion tips the pen toward the paper.

Hi jacob, yes, so true! Thank you very much my friend... couldn't have said it better :)

[Caradoc]

This is really good.

Another sad piece I've discovered it seems. The loss of someone you love can be very painful and difficult to deal with, indeed. At times it can feel like the hurt will never dissipate, will never lessen, but after a time, it does.

I think the part that got me the most was the mention of the Muse. I too have written about my muse. I find it can be just about anything, bringing forth the inspiration, telling us the words to put to paper. Often, in the case of love and heartache, our muse will be a person.

Another part that really spoke to me was this; "But why can’t we move on? In all certain fair…? Maybe it's just; Because we love the despair…"

That stanza was profound. I think, as artists, as writers, we sometimes cleave to the negative emotions because they were born in the more positive ones. Sorrow springs from the loss of joy, hate is born first of love, and loneliness comes from glimpses of closeness. We feed on these emotions as our fuel. Our muse needs them in order to speak to us.

I really enjoyed reading this. And I hope your journey's end is somewhere warm and happy, where loneliness is nothing but a distant, fading echo.

Be well.

-Caradoc

Lovely review Cara, I'm grateful to you by saying all this, I know you're of my caliber, and read a lot of you when I was off.... you're brilliant. This just improves you dig deeper than many. :) happy you've come by here. I have a real problem with myself, and that is, I'm in love with the love, I'm in love with poetry, I'm in love with words, but if it's really a person? I come to notice, that maybe it isn't .... how terrible that may sound, it's the artist, who finds a connection with him/herself, and if he/she finds it through another artist, it's beautiful, but it's just that tiny little recognation he/she was missing in him/herself......... the muse is the self, the muse is you or me.... you know? maybe I sound dull, or totally out of it, but that's what kept me thinking lately, and then I speak about 6 moths for real.... The best writers on here, are lovely, but what are they searching for? recongation? wherein? themselves? (if they are truly honest)? poetry is just talking to the self, I think.... getting rid of rambels in your head, and then make it artful, concious or not........ :) my muse is poetry, I can't denial it anymore, I did that for too long....

I'm in love, and terribly in love with literature. :)
and as you say, all persons, can make it only intenser, yes they do... they bring poetry really to live.... as it should be. But in the end.... is it them? or is it us?

Loved your review thanks muchly Cara,

- Elisa you too be well xx

[Caradoc]

An interesting point of view. Is our Muse really the spark of the divine within our souls, our own shadow self hard at work feeding us the essence of our art? Very thought provoking. I like the way you think, similar to, but just as unique, as my friends Pax and Belle.

Aw, feel so honored you say this, Paxie and Belle are my Bro and Sis, for real, at least we feel that way, and you let me think and re-think, i love that about you Cara, so glad you're my friend!! :)

[Caradoc]

Friends are always good to have, and Pax and Belle are two of the gentler souls I have met here in the Cafe.

They def. are, love them to the bones.... :) they know :) and I'm glad we have interact more, I can't wait to review more of you... have to go pity enough now to an appointment, but be back when I can... keep on shining/writing your arts, you're talented! xoxo :)

[Pax]

The feelings of this poem is so overwhelming, your secret garden from a deep feelings...

~ A poet's journey is always rich with emotions and imagery. It's a multi-lives, like an outer world in the vast space. In poetic persona - despair is beautiful to read, yet painful to feel... The journey will be forever long, like you and I - our journey have just begun...

A very delicate piece, with a very intricate feelings...
Great work, big sis!

Yeah I know, I'm sorry bro, it is... it was written out of true mixed up feelings thowards a real life situation.... it's the real/sad/honest side of your big Sis.... I'm that one too, unfortunately..... I'm in love with my biggest love, and it's poetry, I mailed friends, I thought it would never be with me anymore, for it's in need of a true "muse" when the muse is gone, then you have to dig (deep into yourself) and all I could write was this........... it was me, pure me. I love your positivism about this piece Bro, you fly always with me, and that's so beautiful, you've cracked me up, when I couldn't anymore like I did with you back in the days, and that's why we should never fly on rusty wings love. :) Thank you so much for saying all this, means the world to me Paxie xxx

[Pax]

there is nothing to be sorry about, I really like this piece the way it is, mysteriously beautiful... whenever your in a dark piece of your poetry, I'll give you light, because I know there is always light in the darkest night... cheep up and be love by your poetry...
you're most welcome, always!

Thanks for your unstoppable encouragement bro, it means the world to me, I"m not so fast as you, but I will come by by every piece of yours.... hugs dear.....

[Pax]

opts... typo: cheer up, LOL... the typo prince is back..haha..

HAHHAHAHA I will be the princess dear don't worry LOL, will send you a black horse ;) I have the white one, you will understand don't you *wink wink* :P

[Pax]

often times in the journey on what we think and what comes out in our hands sends a cryptic message, typo's can't be evaded, specailly me LOL...

Hahaha love you make me smile from ear to ear, you're such a fantastic bro!

[Pryde Foltz]

But why can’t we move on?
In all certain fair…?
Maybe it's just;
Because we love the despair…

Perhaps, in the end the despair is all we have left of the one's we love. Heartfelt write, Elisa.

Thank you precious woman... you mean much to me! x