Its strange how poems change before our eyes somehow metaphor into another better being than first we thought
But how or why, i have often wondered never yet concluding, left open to all debate.
The written words seem to blossom and grow have a life of their own devoid of any action on the writers part and somehow something quite different Is born of our imagination
I really like it. Your take on poetry is neat!
I can relate to the first stanza. Most people who aren't crazy for poetry think I'm nuts when I try and get them to understand the metaphors! Well an inside joke for us I guess----
The written words seem to blossom and grow
have a life of their own - Those are my favourite lines in your poem. They are very nicely said (good imagery) and mean so much. A line just seems to get better and better each time we read!
Really well done, added to my favourites!
I really like it. Your take on poetry is neat!
I can relate to the first stanza. Most people who aren't crazy for poetry think I'm nuts when I try and get them to understand the metaphors! Well an inside joke for us I guess----
The written words seem to blossom and grow
have a life of their own - Those are my favourite lines in your poem. They are very nicely said (good imagery) and mean so much. A line just seems to get better and better each time we read!
Really well done, added to my favourites!
That is true...very very deep poem, really got my mind thinking. What we create takes on a life of its own and it becomes devoid of us and allowed to run free. Fantastic write.
oh, thats amazing, magic is always under your pen, and I agree with you, words seems to shine and glow when we write it, I so keep a journal as well, I guesss thats help ;)
Dont worry if the sparrow chirps today,
Tomorrow the Nightingale shall sing
Judge me if you will, not on the words of another who may have their own agenda, but as YOU find me, as YOU .. more..