Ode to Writers Cafe PoetsA Poem by Carol CashesHomage to you allTo
all the poets of the Writers Café I
hereby pay homage to your enlightening array of
verses and lyrics which delight and dismay using
words I never knew-much less ever say!
You
whirl and twirl your prose in stylish assertions like a merry-go-round, with no discernable exertion! I
find myself lost and complete in my immersion, I’m
a poet at heart! Who knew? But I’m
certain
that
had I not read such moving prose my
mind would yet see poems as foes, written
in language though sweet as a rose would
remain closed to me. Now, in silent repose
I
have uncovered an extraordinary world of battles with soldiers, mighty spears hurled and
scuffles with conscience, depression-words slurred by
battles with alcohol-drugs, bodies curled
in
tight fetal positions and sometimes much shaking your
longing for love, acceptance, need taking by
someone past known, or one of your making, the
words are heartfelt, not one of you faking
your
desires. And sometimes your merry wit brings
spontaneous smiles while I sit reading
and learning, my lamps long lit far
in the night, in my own writing pit
created
by me for just this endeavor to
learn, to absorb-by all means whatever I
can assemble, no matter the weather outside,
while in here, soul becomes light-like a feather!
You’ve
welcomed my elementary works, praising
and encouraging-it always perks my
ego, my pride-you literary Young Turks pulling
from me rhymes with insistent jerks that
I try! That I exercise my ‘till now
unknown skill of
making use of language and bend to my will words
whirling and twirling in the same spinning reel that
you, dear poets, labor to instill
in
me the same love of articulate expression that
comes to you naturally, free of oppression from
form, format and most certainly repression that
hinders one from total possession
of
powerful wording to say what you mean, to
mean what you say, padded or lean, stanzas with heart, pictures now seen of what’s in your mind-so sharp! So keen!
Now
I humbly submit, this prose-so tame compared
to you poets, and it might sound lame, but
this time, dear fellows, it’s not the same, for
this modest offering-is in Miz Carol’s name!
© 2017 Carol CashesAuthor's Note
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Added on July 28, 2017Last Updated on August 3, 2017 Tags: poetry AuthorCarol CashesBiloxi, MSAboutI'm very cynical, jaded, just this side of bitter and the only reason I haven't crossed that line is a good man loves me. I am extremely empathetic, but seldom sympathetic. I can be a ferociously lo.. more..Writing
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