Poetry

People reading my poetry
Like how did you end up here girl
With all your ways and manners
And what you will see in here
View at your own discretion

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Each reader reads at his or her own discretion...and poetry belongs to the readers once a poet lets go...
how the words ended up there or here or wherever...
not as important as the idea of having arrived and now interacting with the reader.
Quite sharp here.
j.

[Green]

I've often wondered things like this myself. Like what would younger me feel about where I am now. What would she say? Because I kind of feel like she'd be asking the same question of, well how did we get here? That and the people that know me really well reading my stuff or going back and reading the progression through time. Would they follow it or would they be just as confused about the destination?
But ultimately, I think it's not a bad thing to ask anytime you encounter someone's writing. It's a way to experience something different than what you know.

[a_methyste]

This is why I often like to read poetry. It brings you thoughts, ideas, new things you maybe have thought of before, and you find yourself or another perspective on things.

It has happened to me to meet my younger self, 2 years ago, and got surprised. Yet things went on my way, and I made peace with her. Thank you for stopping by and sharing a thought with me. I appreciate it a lot.

[Chris Shaw]

People can wonder as much as they like. What I like is what I read. Nice little piece of brevity.

Chris

[a_methyste]

Yes indeed. This is the only way that sets the soul in peace when you share, or also act. It is difficult to satisfy everyone, and you should not even aim satisfying if only one. You should do, write, read what you like.

[emmajoygreen]

'To write be yourself or someone entirely different who can be ignored rather than criticised'.. .. said (more or less) someone who left only that quote behind him. Is true writers write what seeps out of the mind, it is not invited.. unless paid for by blood, it is just waiting to pour its meanings then disappear without another word. So it seems. What you give you truly mean... I think! Dear friend. :)

[a_methyste]

Your comments are always very warm to me dear Emma. I feel very peculiar and strange when I share. It helped me overcome my feel of shame when publishing here. I write very sincerely, and that is tiresome sometimes, because it means to take off clothes. There is no amount of gratitude for this warm comment my dear. Thank you.

[Poetic Beauty]

The hidden depth within us come out in our poetry and many wonder how we got here or there

[a_methyste]

Yes indeed. I try to write very much from within and yes seeing yourself, makes you have a lot of different reactions, one of them, how we got there. Thank you for the comment, Poetic Beauty (A name that suits you a lot dear, Poetic Beauty)

[Poetic Beauty]

Thank you. I chose poetic beauty because poetry doesn’t have to be perfect to be beautiful!!

[a_methyste]

Of course, It should feel good and that is ok.

[Jibey]

Ah, how it is we are all were we are? The fascination of your poetry is that it is brewed in your experience - in all its glorious uniqueness. Our lives take on an extra life in words... 'making something new' - 'poetry' from the Greek word for 'making'. We make love with words, our words join us together in mind and feeling... transcending the mundane and fusing in heavenly realms.

I like it that you throw out discretion. I like to see everything.

[a_methyste]

I too like to see everything. Your comments are always enticing, like a new poetry, put within my poetry which I like, because I like poetry a lot. It is always beautiful peaking at your depth Jibey, and talking about them. This is my best part of the day.
Take care.