You Came

Your poetry came in to my soul

You came in to my heart

That is all I will ever remember

That is all I shall ever know for truth

Until I grow old,

Until I die.

Author's Note

Reviews

[Augustus]

This poem says a lot in very few words. One can read sentiments here that can be intensely personal and yet universal at the same time. One interpretation could be the one given by Horizon K. below. For me, the first two lines of the poem say everything really. John Keats wrote in his "Ode on a Grecian Urn", that
"Beauty is truth, truth beauty, that is all
Ye know on earth and all ye need to know".
And I think that applies here to. The beauty of poetry is what speaks to our soul. The beauty in fellow beings is what stays in our hearts. This isn't the superficial beauty of the words or the body, but a transcendental one that can communicate without any words being uttered. It is the beauty of that moment, that you will remember forever. And we all have such moments in life. An extremely elegant write. Wonderfully penned!

[Karl Woof Junior]

good ............................................................

[Belle]

Thank you, Karl.

[Corset]

Belle, I am so glad you are back. I tried to come read you and except your friendship but you had gone already, I'm glad you're here :)

[Belle]

I come and go, same old story. I am trying to construct a poem as response to our "Alvarado thingy" I do not know if I can finish this. It i supposedly a surprise post --for you, but since this is my first to do in this kind of poem it is taking me so long to finish... :(

[Belle]

I have not forgotten you ' mother devil' and oh do not ever think that I am making mine-self young. It is just that my devil mind cannot stop from thinking the way a child evil do. If you may notice, I've even change the face of my page--it is your fault.

[Corset]

lol, you are so funny wonderful, I love love love this music, it's fantastic and complements this poem so well. :) Ohh , I hope I haven't contributed to the delinquency of a minor :P I'll go check it out :) brb

[Belle]

Miss C, I do not know if this will reach you but just a try. I went to your page to mail you because I have something for you only to find out that you are off. Okay, that makes me feel soo sad. Please be okay!

[Corset]

best of forever to you Belle

[Corset]

I'm going to steal this song too...from Belle, Goodbye Belle.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

okay, can't respond to this with anything other than "wow"


you got me with this one.

[Belle]

Wow, thank you Jacob. Your thought is making me believe in my quick ink. Thank you.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

try this again..i wrote a long response and my computer suddenly decided to shut down...i lost it.read moretry this again..i wrote a long response and my computer suddenly decided to shut down...i lost it.


but basically , quick ink isn't always a bad thing....often we tweak and tweak and tweak till we think we almost have perfection...but what is often lost is the natural feeling of the piece that was there when it initially came out of us.

most of my writing is done in spurts, and pours out almost literally...

then most of the time i leave it alone..

yes, quick ink is often a good thing...the best pours out.

[Belle]

I can't read the whole content of your comment. I can't open the 'read more' link.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

geez that happened to me earlier on one of my poems, a comment from someone else, it's a glitch in the site..

what i said was that tweaking and tweaking and tweaking can often make a poem feel too forced, what is quick ink is often the best and most natural....i write in spurts and they just pour out, sort of like frank o'hara wrote his poetry...sometimes we revise way too much, when the first version is the best...but we have the mindset that unless we work hours or weeks on pieces they fall short...

just thoughts, hope this comes through

[Belle]

The glitch happened to my comments too, many times.

The thought works for me, Jacob. Thank you. I used to write more like this, pouring out spontaneously, but when I started to try penning pieces of Literature I became like an idiot perfectionist. I toil making the poem perfect, at least in my own standard as having the knowledge of Literary Criticism, and I noticed I was losing the purity of each of my write made me decide to take a rest first treating my poetry that way—so here I am again…just pouring out. No tweaking and tweaking and tweaking of words.

[Belle]

And oh, I was almost into the like 'idiot perfectionist' attitude again. You know it. ;) Thank you for the piece of advise to stay with the last line...