Blossom Tree

Ghosting through this internet life looking for a hint of recognition

energy flowing from the pens of a thousand poets

transcended into a voice of one joined in chorus

the solitude/madness creating kindness compassion a lifting

a rainbow smile, a war heroes march to glory

endless days circling broken wasped in the  sun gloom

future waiting, poised, hungry, the best is yet to come

under  duress and house arrest and blank staring walls

calling for someone to recognise my voice, the echo of voice

knowing and knowledge are two different things

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

sometimes we feel our poetry is just blending in with all the rest, our voice as well.
and especially when we are imprisoned by circumstances...we have too much time on our hands to doubt our worth.
and yes, Knowing i think is innate...like street smarts...knowledge is gained more from rote memory of what we have learned from books...
it's like someone with a Doctorate who can't do it when it's hands on.
j.

[gram linski]

aye very true, J. thanks for the read, appreciate, your time, take care over there

[Lydia Shutter]

So many poets and would be authors on the internet. Hard to distinguish oneself from the others. Still, we all write and we all have our own voices expressing our feelings and emotions. During the pandemic with all of us in quarantine, writing is really a salvation. Good one, Gram. Lydi**

[gram linski]

thanks again for the great review Lydia, glad you enjoyed , appreciate the read

[barleygirl]

Your poem evokes two things . . . first, I'm reminded of how it was for me, being away from the cafe for 2 months writing a book, basically missing the pandemic up here in the wilderness, & then to come back & read stuff & see what everyone's been going thru while I was gone, getting it all in a concentrated dose of reading this past week or so, it's like reading fiction. I can't even believe how it's been "out there"! Secondly, you poem reminds me of how much I was enjoying the lockdown becuz people were so much more active & communicative on social media. People who never share anything but generic memes were pouring their hearts out & showing us their lives in ways they never did before. I guess this is a bad thing? *wink! wink!* Love a poem that stirs all kinds of disparate ideas (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[gram linski]

thanks so much, Margie, so you were self isolating without realising the whole world was too, lol, must be a strong batch this year, , threw in a cheeky acrostic just to amuse myself always appreciate your reviews

[barleygirl]

Aha! Missed your acrostic, you sly guy! Thanks for helping me see what the "F" you were really doing here!

[Chris Shaw]

This new isolated living is really difficult to come to terms with. No more popping out to meet friends for a coffee, or down the pub for a glass of wine, or a shop till you drop session followed by lunch with the girls. That's before fitting family in. I never thought I would say, thank goodness for the Internet and social media, but it has kept us connected in these difficult times. I am really appreciating how awful this has been for the many people living on their own. That's where my mind wandered gram as I read your lines. At least we can be heard here as we scroll down the forum.

Chris

[gram linski]

thanks, Chris, aye these are strange dark times, but I like the fact that people are finding different and interesting ways to occupy their time, the café has been a life line to many people and the amount of poetry that has been written recently proves we can all come together through adversity, thanks for the great review, appreciate your visits

[Robert Trakofler]

Good god I love the way you think Gram were it not for the fact that you wrote this I would swear i did but i suppose that is the very point of this write LOL I think we all come to this conclusion one way or another in our rumbles in lines. Some people say that there are no original thoughts anymore and that now writers today are just regurgitating old ones and I say to them what thought do you have that was not born of your experience? the difference is we take our experiences and extrapolate from them our presence and in this... innovation is born:) for at the root of all invention is taking something seeing it in a different way yes sometimes that falls flat but also sometimes it becomes something greater:)

[gram linski]

hey B, thanks for your wise words, and great review, I did feel some bunny scratching my brain when I was writing this, lol, always appreciate your visits and thoughts , threw in a cheeky acrostic just to amuse myself haha, take care brother, B

[Beano]

I found this encapsulated the anxious helplessness, and giddy hopefulness of the current situation very well. It has many drawbacks in the quest for self-knowledge, but thank god for the internet in helping us still connect during these times.

Jamie.

[gram linski]

aye very true, Jamie, unfortunately pornhub has crashed, lol, thanks for the review, much appreciated

[AJNJ]

"Ghosting through this internet life looking for a hint of recognition" sums up our quest beautifully. A blossom tree is such a perfect image for the myriad of poets as floweres all joined by common branches to a single solid trunk, that could be the world of poetry. I really like the second verse where you write of the madness of solitude and the positivity that comes out of it. It gives a very uplifting feel to the entire ordeal the world is presently going through. The concluding verse too ends for me on a positive and optimistic note. There is such energy and an aura of expectation here.All that hunger, that yearning for recognition is bound to lead to something worthwhile, something awesome. Great poem!

[gram linski]

thanks again for another great review, was a bit of a self isolation ramble, glad you picked up on the blossom tree, was important to give some hope, in these hard times

[AJNJ]

It was a pleasure to read. Welcome :)

[Ruth]

Stunningly crafted. The process of art in itself is blending and channeling to the billions of energetic voices around us that influence and yet we each wish for our own voice to be heard at times. You write so smoothly Gram, 'tis a delight to read you :)

[gram linski]

thanks so much for your kind words, Ruth, glad you enjoyed it, appreciate the read, take care out there

[Eilis]

The highlight of this poem for me is your last line. I know that's only a sliver of the poem, but it's a big statement and idea of our times. In my country, for instance, there are two camps of people. There are those protesting quarantine as though it's some conspiracy against freedom and citizen's rights, and then there are those who recognize the real threat we face and are willing to suffer the discomfort and uncertain future in an effort to get through the darkest times.

We can believe we know anything but that doesn't make it true. But when we have knowledge, this seems to indicate that we have a more intimate connection to ideas and have explored a bit more deeply in an effort to understand. Understanding is certainly something we need just now. And for all those mad people who are out there acting like this whole thing is a conspiracy to get tae f**k.

And a more focused note, having a place to visit where we can see that we're not alone is quite a grace in our imposed solitudes. I'm sure we all feel alone by degrees, but the world hears us. Our words are imprinted in the minds and hearts of those who read them--whether they say anything about them or not.

Love the title. Feel like we could all use one of those We are the World moments, haha. Something to uplift our weary souls.

[gram linski]

hey, Eilis, thanks for the great review, aye the title was a beginning of hope kind of thing, there is one in the back garden, and all over nature doesn't know that the world has stopped, for it, the season has just begun, and you are right about the get tae f**k thing, if only POTUS agreed, lol, always appreciate your comments, thanks again for your time and insight, truly mean that,

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This is a good summation of our current days in isolation; trawling through the net, looking for inspiration or anything that will inspire our own creativity. After weeks, these four walls are closing in claustrophobically and we are doing our absolute best to maintain our sanity and get us through the days until our sun bloomed normality resumes. For some this isolation is a blessing, for others a curse. From a writing perspective all our inspiration is sapped despite all the extra time we have to spare to spend on it. At least from where i sit, anyway. A very relevant write, dear gram. Keep searching for your recognition and inspiration. :))

[gram linski]

thanks, Jamila, aye loads of time to do s**t, and motivation is gone, you need movement for inspiration , keep searching too, take care over there :)

[Paul Bell]

I'm surprised a poem about four wall syndrome hasn't appeared yet.
In saying that, now is the time to finish all those unfinished poems loitering with intent in docs or on paper.
We have the power and time now, so get cracking. Ok just spotted the Asda van delivering my beer, happy days are here again.

[gram linski]

hey, thanks, Paul, aye the stir crazy thing gives us plenty of time but little motivation, keep safely imbibed, take care,

[Paul Bell]

Motivation is running the extra mile to the shops now.