Poetry

Poetry had once walked with me

held to my heart when I was sad

Helped me mend from the pain I penned

brought comfort to sorrows I had

 

Poetry watched my heart shiver

gave me a blanket for the cold

Held my head while lying in bed

made me wish to live to be old

 

Poetry then danced the night away

to entertain this sullen heart

Both cried to the tale, I tried

from life's wisdom she did impart

 

Poetry was my only friend

as rain poured upon hallowed dreams

Lessened the toll on my soul

lent me comfort or so it seems

 

Poetry offered me her hand

as we danced around the pouring rain

Washing away in just one day

what poison wreaked from months of pain

 

Poetry and I laughed to see

what with her beauty she had done

We sat under an umbrella

while we both waited for the sun

 

 

 

copyright 1/10/2010

Author's Note

My darkest days were comforted by the poetry they inspired.
One of my favorite poems is this one. It tells the tale of how pain is so relative to our age and circumstance
Softened by Time's consummate plush,
by Emily Dickinson

Softened by Time's consummate plush,
How sleek the woe appears
That threatened childhood's citadel
And undermined the years.

Bisected now, by bleaker griefs,
We envy the despair
That devastated childhood's realm,
So easy to repair.

Reviews

[Shelly Braen]

Such a strong dictation of what poetry means to those who create it. Completely the truth, the comfort and joy of such a thing that we may give birth to that shall never judge us, ever. In a world where nothing makes sense, we can create a map through our words and be cradled by our emotions. Bravo!

[just rose.]

The sentiments in this are very true: when you're inspired to write poems, as you are, it has the power to heal and transform.

[Jamie]

The honesty in this piece is beautifully clear. I thought it was going to lead to better and brighter days with a partner (the visual must have made me think so). In my mind, that is the way it ended; hopeless romantic of me, I guess. =]

Poetry is often for me the bottom of the barrel; the retreat to when nothing substantial clearly satisfies. I commend your honesty, it is something hard to bring to the surface and break yourself of in the good times. Congrats on a great piece.

[Bear]

ain't that the truth!! Thank "poetry" for the gift of inspiration!
I enjoy the "way you think".
Sallie Bear

[RHEA CROSLEY]

Wow what an improvement with the song.

[Jane Doe]

I KNOW RIGHT POETRY ROCKZZZ!!!

[MissWordSmith]

Lovely!

[SunShine Meadows]

Wow I really liked this and I can completely relate to this! Because i can let my emotions run wild through the words that i write and this explains it perfectly!! Amazing Write!

[Millionth Muse]

You plucked my heart strings with this one...poetry is much the same for me. My darkest hours and brightest moments are showcased only in the words that I write. I love the flow of this piece, and you managed to touch on something that I'm confident most writers can truly tune into. So beautifully done!

[Constance-Outspoken]

This is, undoubtedly, one of the best things I've ever read at the cafe. For one thing, most of those here can identify wholly with the theme, the message, every word and the very soul of this piece. Don't change a word, or the format, or anything about this one. I've learned not to be as honest in my reviews here as I may be with a friend elsewhere, but I'm telling you honestly that this is amazing, and worthy of publishing. It is a poem meant to be shared. I see not one flaw or missed line... as though it were more than just mere words, it moves the reader.
I look forward to reading more.
C

[zoEstrr]

I love this poem! Good job!