"the pen/and/the hand/and/the end"
"bleeds ice for me/weeping songs/for me to gently die"
Melanie Safka sang.."I am not a poet, living is the poem"
so at death we unpoem? and the radio announces our exit...and the grass and leaves inhaled sleep, as the poet found eternal sleep.
"night fishing the trains" such a good line...
as poets we are on an endless track of writing...sometimes the muse just comes when it feels like it, and maybe not at an opportune moment...but bought the ticket...so we have to ride when it runs.
one of your best...my brain might be limping in a wrong direction...but i found me in here.
and your poem inspired one from me which will eventually post...thanks for the inspiration, gram.
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wow, thanks, j. glad you identified with this one and it inspired a great writer like you your wit a.. read morewow, thanks, j. glad you identified with this one and it inspired a great writer like you your wit and clever use of language has been an inspiration for some time, thanks for the great review, appreciate very much
Just to prove I'm not bullshittin' ya when I give you a good review, I decided to comment on this one instead of clicking onward . . . in short, I can't glean a single flea off this dog! *wink!* wink!* But I could feel the enthusiasm loud & clear! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie
Slipping away gently, pen in hand, near grass, under a duvet of fallen leaves...it would be a great transition to whatever lies next. The best I can think of and I think of it often. I just loved the places your words took me and the myriad of stunning images my mind spun around them.
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thanks for the great review, Pestonjee, a few of you guys have picked up on the death part which ne.. read morethanks for the great review, Pestonjee, a few of you guys have picked up on the death part which never really occurred to me but must have been lurking in my thoughts somewhere, it would indeed be a fine transition , like that idea,
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Indeed, some words felt so final yet beautiful. You're welcome sir. My pleasure always....
For the poet, the heart beats through the hand and the pen. When the hand stops moving, so do we and life. I see this despair, a creeping toward death, when writers can't find their voice or the words that once came easily. I think this is why so many poets write about death. It's the one thing they don't and will never truly understand, until their own demise, and then of course they can tell nobody. I must admit, gram, I often struggle to interpret your poems, and that might be evident here, too. But, that's the strong sense I take from this one.
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thanks, R.E. I struggle to interpret my poems some time, lol, don't think it was quite as sombre as .. read morethanks, R.E. I struggle to interpret my poems some time, lol, don't think it was quite as sombre as you make out but all us poets and artists are all basically writing about death in some form liked what you saw in this one , thanks for the read appreciate
This made my own bones ache for Spanish sol. I once drove a truck along the Mexican/American border through desert towns and dusty heat and this brought the wanderlust of the road fresh from my memories.
Thoroughly enjoyed. F.
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thanks Fabian, glad you picked up on the wander lust part this was written when I was travelling abo.. read morethanks Fabian, glad you picked up on the wander lust part this was written when I was travelling about being transient , glad you enjoyed
this one gave me a tear Mr, Gram nothing worse than a wet bunny you know! we dont smell good when damp not as bad as a dog but pretty bad:/ Jacobs remarks after reading your poem just soaked my fur! this is simply beautiful expression good sir
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hey, Bunny thanks for the great review, always enjoy your comments and bunny eyed view of things, lo.. read morehey, Bunny thanks for the great review, always enjoy your comments and bunny eyed view of things, lol,
"the pen/and/the hand/and/the end"
"bleeds ice for me/weeping songs/for me to gently die"
Melanie Safka sang.."I am not a poet, living is the poem"
so at death we unpoem? and the radio announces our exit...and the grass and leaves inhaled sleep, as the poet found eternal sleep.
"night fishing the trains" such a good line...
as poets we are on an endless track of writing...sometimes the muse just comes when it feels like it, and maybe not at an opportune moment...but bought the ticket...so we have to ride when it runs.
one of your best...my brain might be limping in a wrong direction...but i found me in here.
and your poem inspired one from me which will eventually post...thanks for the inspiration, gram.
Posted 4 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
4 Years Ago
wow, thanks, j. glad you identified with this one and it inspired a great writer like you your wit a.. read morewow, thanks, j. glad you identified with this one and it inspired a great writer like you your wit and clever use of language has been an inspiration for some time, thanks for the great review, appreciate very much
Caged In An Animal's Mind
Caged in an animal's mind;
No wish to be more or else
Than I am; a smile and a grief
Of breath that thinks with its blood,
Yet straining despite; unsure
In my stir .. more..