
Poetry stands as my bliss and true office
No matter its rhyme nor beat
It sews my soul on my sleeve
Which I rip off and offer to you
No matter its rhyme nor beat
Those functions give energy
But can also distract
It sews my soul on my sleeve
In precise, blue-bird stitches
My paper is like beach sand
Which I rip off and offer to you
You finger its gritty-ness
Then drop the pepples like bread crumbs
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Comments: 38
Mare~
I added it so that you'd have something to edit. ;-)
Poor Dad, it must have been hard to struggle with school with a learning disability, but no one to affirm or empower the learner.
John, you get an A for Awesome.
John, I do have a grammar question. My second line: No matter its rhyme nor beat has me wondering. Would it be better grammatically to say No matter its rhyme or beat?
But I knew I could improve upon this and your comment confirmed my thoughts. I appreciate them.
I believe I have a relationship with a few Gather poets at least (Atticus, Mustafa...to name a couple) wherein I can and do make constructive comments and they hear my remarks with the voice I intended. They can also speak freely with regard to my poems --actually, Chris, anyone truly could make pretty much any comment on my poetry-- and I do not take it personally, but apply it to their POV regarding my post.
However, not all people on Gather know me--that's an understatement--and sometimes take offense to what I've said to another Gather-writer and rush to defend him/her.
But now you know that I want to hear your reaction and consideration of my poems and if anyone takes you to task for what you've said to me, I'll come to your defense. :-)
Thanks for the new form. My attempt is fomenting in my mind.
I agree, Jan, that we can say constructive feedback on one another's poems with a common goal of improvement.
And was your attempt (above) fomenting or fermenting in your mind? ;-D
Thanks for sharing with Triple Name Club.
I'm sorry to hear you're ailing and wish you a steady recovery.
where the pebbles have turn to breadcrumbs,
Where they feed themselves as the scattered many of one collective soul.
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