~soup & salad of the mind

What  saves a poet's sanity

soup and salad of the mind

comforted with scattered warmth

& lines drawn in the sand

are there ever any perfect words

I draw blood from my pen

overflowing vessels of circumspect denial

pondering an accepting benevolent heart

discriminating souls wave a vigilant flag,

poetry a force of conjecture and calculated risk

speaks who and what we are without completion

I lie naked on these shores of cadenc'd bliss

a'waiting a fate worse than creativity's abolition

confirmation comes served in slices of firmament's breath~

exhaling again to capture the essence of vaulted contention

“For last year's words belong to last year's language 

And next year's words await another voice.”  T. S. Eliot

“Words can be like X-rays if you use them properly -- 

they’ll go through anything. You read and you’re pierced.”  Aldous Huxley

Reviews

[Troy Henson]

I sat pondering for many years what I should do with my words and my writing. My rhymes were for me only. The emotion that spilled from my pen exposed me for who I really was and for many years I wore a mask that said otherwise. I'm happy now I have exposed myself. Are there ever any perfect words we write? No....but isnt that's what great about it. The unknown.

Regards

[Frieda P]

Same here, I only just begun to share my poetry, it has proved cathartic in many cases, thanks for your insightful review Troy.

[Pryde Foltz]

I lie naked on these shores of cadenc'd bliss
a'waiting a fate worse than creativity's abolition
confirmation comes served in slices of firmament's breath

exhaling again to capture the essence of vaulted contention

Some abstract and layered thought with meaning that it undeniable. I guess what is important is that we lay open, or naked as you like, and express the truth, contentious or not. Bravo.

[Frieda P]

You got it Prdye, thanks so much.

[Rita L. Sev]

Soup and salad... just what I was craving - an eclectic mix that contains everything necessary, hot and cool, both light and hearty fare... You are the Master Chef, Frieda!

[Frieda P]

Awh what a great compliment Rita, buon appetito & grazie mille~ !

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Crafted and without malice, well done, you are the good version of me! lol

[Frieda P]

Haha, you're not so bad love! Thanks.

[s y e]

I adore T.S.Eliot.

We dig deep down to the bottom of our souls to write poetry sometimes. Writers write from their heart but always they write from the pain causing their heart to break... We're all different but in some weird way (I dunno how so it's weird to me) we are all the same; we do have different backgrounds and lifestyles but we can - in some way or another - relate to each others poetry.

I loved this write.

[Frieda P]

Yes we do, and they're like our babies, we give birth every time we post another one of our poems. Different and alike in so many ways noodlebumble, you're way wise, as I've always said hon, thanks!

[ZeniaK]

Poetry is very much like soup and salad of the mind (for writers like us, anyway, and the rest of WC), and I loved the beautiful word choice you used. Every line was it's own flowing melody and the whole thing was very pretty.

[Frieda P]

Thanks for your kind words again Zeniak, jazzed you enjoyed.

[Sami Khalil]

Soup and salad can be healthy eating but to some people they are not enough for they want the gourmet meal of food and poetry , some raw and some done and some well done. I like the metaphor of the mind tasting the salads and soups and all others in slices of bliss or burnt cooking...This poem is served on a golden platter...Thank you for sharing...:).............

[Frieda P]

Grazie mille Sami, you've summed it up quite nicely, ha to the burnt cooking, that's one thing I don't do! ;-)

[Sami Khalil]

Hahaha...You are welcome...:).......................

[icelandicblue]

We pull the very marrow of our bones and finger paint it with finesse across the page. Does it change anything...not usually but it does give us some perspective and understanding, if not of our situations, then perhaps the inner most regions of our own minds. Love the Huxley and Eliot quotes at the end.

[Frieda P]

That's what I was trying to say but you said it better Anne! Thanks, muchly appreciated as always.