~Cathartic

Bare your soul,

spill your blood on white pages

relinquish tears from thine eyes

purge your sins, unburden your heart

If thy pen finds nirvana

to write the light of day,

the darkness of night 

reads a lighter shade of gray

Reviews

[Ravyne Hawke]

I absolutely LOVE the last stanza! Not that the first is chopped liver; it is beautiful in its own way. But since I am a practicing Buddhist, the last stanza rings clear to me and true. Wonderful job of evoking emotions from the reader with this piece.

[Frieda P]

I didn't know you were a Buddhist Lori, no wonder you're so serene, and thanks so much.

[Ravyne Hawke]

I've been practicing Buddhism for about 10 years now.. with some Hinduism, Taoism and Native American Shamanism tossed in to keep me focused.

[Tai Ryens]

I like the general message of this poem: bright and simple. Work your hardest and eventually everything won't be as dismal as you previously viewed it.

[Priscilla Sayers]

Beautifully written! Wonderful Message

[kublakhan27]

I've been meaning to get around to this one for a while on the basis of the title alone, and as usual, you did not disappoint...this is such an eloquent portrayal of the psyche of a writer, and I agree with Lori, the last stanza is a knockout...and even though you may not want to admit it, there's a Shakespearean element to this piece ;P Definitely one for my library...nicely done Mrs.R :)

[Lydia Shutter]

Oh, this is an anthem for every poet! We spill our hearts and souls onto the page and often the result is cathartic. Wonderful work. Lydi**

[Vikrantsingh]

Amazing :P as always :P

If thy pen finds nirvana
to write the light of day,
the darkness of night
reads a lighter shade of gray

Loved these lines :)
- Singh :)

[SteveB]

If only all we read could meet this standard. Very nicely done.

[TL Boehm]

But Frieda. I want my 64 color box of crayolas. I want to scribble on the walls. I want cerulean blue and ochre - yet all I bleed is umber and kohl - the nib of my pen is coated with india ink and gall - would I trade the tattooed lines for gray? shred the paper and render the pulp -soaked in salt tears - squeeze the brine and lay out the remains to dry. then there would be gray.

[Annabelle Lee]

I could understand this one pretty well too

[Shaun Payton]

Writing provides an outlet, this is true.

[Pryde Foltz]

Yeah, the second stanza is wonderful.