To willingly share our pains and victories with another, via the medium of poetry, benefits the writer two ways: She may just help out a person in a similar situation to find, if not an answer, at least a road to clarity, and, she has made of her pen and paper, or her keyboard, a surrogate best friend, one with whom she can weep, laugh, exult or just complain when the fleshy one is absent. There is no better way to heal a wound than to open it and let the infection out. Poetry can be that scalpel. Good job, sweetie!
(P.S.: I just did something really dumb! After reading your reply to my review, I went back to the review to see what I had written. I saw it printed on your page TWICE, so I decided I'd erase one of them. I'd failed to notice that one was "My Review" and the other was the "Featured Review"...SO THEY BOTH WENT AWAY!! I recreated it as best I could. It's not exact, but, well...Another lesson in Acting Rashly, I guess!)
This is a great poem about poems:)lol. No I really like it! I am so glad that the Lord blessed you with the talent of composing poetry:) And the way that you put that talent into affect and spread the word.
Keep writing!!!:)
poetry about poetry...beautiful thoughts annie...and very well titled "hidden treasures"...its a great gift god blesses us with...truly a treasure...i love the way you put your thoughts into words in such a simple yet beautiful manner...subtle indeed...
To willingly share our pains and victories with another, via the medium of poetry, benefits the writer two ways: She may just help out a person in a similar situation to find, if not an answer, at least a road to clarity, and, she has made of her pen and paper, or her keyboard, a surrogate best friend, one with whom she can weep, laugh, exult or just complain when the fleshy one is absent. There is no better way to heal a wound than to open it and let the infection out. Poetry can be that scalpel. Good job, sweetie!
(P.S.: I just did something really dumb! After reading your reply to my review, I went back to the review to see what I had written. I saw it printed on your page TWICE, so I decided I'd erase one of them. I'd failed to notice that one was "My Review" and the other was the "Featured Review"...SO THEY BOTH WENT AWAY!! I recreated it as best I could. It's not exact, but, well...Another lesson in Acting Rashly, I guess!)
Anita this is a very true piece and many of us find peace through letting it go. You said it beautifully and with a poetic flare that few can manage. Great Job
Hugs Debby
Such a wonderful write and words of wisdom... our greatest treasures lie within our minds and hearts, we just have to value those simple memories of loved ones, something no one can ever steal from us.
I do think that this is one of my favorites from you! I see so many talented inkers here on the cafe (present company all included) and it would be such a shame if we each locked it up inside! Through our words we leave our thoughts, our feelings, our hearts, and our legacy. One day our friends, family, and future generations will read our words, live and learn from our experiences...
For the people of the moment, we can still do the same... Your words lift my heart Anita and give me a really good reason to continue to ink... even though I am not as talented as the present company here! :)
Lovely thoughts Anita...writing is a wonderful way to release tension...to record the past...to capture those precious moments of life that we want to keep with us always.
How lucky we are the good Lord gave us this talent...a wonderful legacy to leave behind.
One small observation...in the first paragraph it should read "express ourselves" in stead of "self" The next line is plural ...the word "Our" and it is obvious you are not referring to just yourself.
This is a very nicely written, lovely piece. I identify with it, and write to express my feelings that are locked inside, and I know I will never be a master, or published but it helps me! I really enjoyed this, and you expressed the sentiment very well! Kudo's!
Yes! Poetry is how my heart bleeds, how my eyes shed tears, how my soul fights all the fears; poetry is my coat of arms and more effective than the druid's balms..Lovely
I'm just a novice in poetry. English is my second language, I was born and educated in France. My paintings are on the back burner for the moment. I love this site and enjoy writing (If I can call it .. more..