(This poem is dedicated to all of my poetry friends on Gather, who never fail to inspire me, make me cry...laugh...or think. Keep writing, my friends!)
The poet searches
for words, for rhyme
amidst church steeples
and dunghills,
in love's first kiss
and in the heartbreak
of love's goodbye.
For centuries,
the poet has felt
the stirrings
of something greater
than himself...
in a golden sunrise,
in stars that dot the sky.
At times the words
flow like water from a fountain.
At times the words
trickle like a slow moving stream.
The poet paves the way
for teardrops,
laughter,
anguish,
rage,
and thoughts that take us
to a deeper place of thinking.
The poet surrounds himself
with words that have yet
to be penned,
letting them root deep inside
before sharing them with
a world that is not always
receptive.
Still, the poet writes.
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Comments: 26
Beautiful. It says it all. Thank you for sharing. I always look forward to your writings.
Very well written
Ha! So true................
I just wrote a poem, which I will post later, entitled, "Words, These Words"..........still on the track of two poets in love........smile.
Excellent Well Said my friend
I bow before you.
Shaken and unstirred
Thank you. You are always inspirational.
Cheryl, that gets to the heart of it. Very well done.
it is amazing how letters can form words and words can express such felling
Wonderful write and resonating with many of us. Thank you for posting to our group.
You are the definition of inspiration my friend! This is very beautiful!
This is lovely, Cheryl. There are very few rewards to writing poetry, except for the personal satisfaction it brings us.
Wonderful words, Cheryl! Thanks for posting your poem on poetics to POETRY QUOTES.
It is now featured in POETRY QUOTES
thanks for sharing
Cheryl,
You are one of the writers who's daily discipline keeps me motivated. This is a clever and lovely tribute to "the voice that won't be still".
Thank you. Know that I intend to be more of a "presence" with your "practice".
(Corinna's comment is right on target. I'd add to "satisfaction", writing is a way to filter the myriad layers of schtuff; life's collective.)
Cheryl, This is so good. I think it might be my favorite.
Myke
Like a true born poet you held our hands and helped in marching.Brilliant!
wow.......really love this, ....
Featured in the The Triple Name Club
Yeah for poetry!
Thanks for posting to my group, Anythingwriting
Thanks for reading and commenting. You all are special.
wonderful explanation Cheryl. It is even OK not to be received, just the writing is the balm
<3 very nice Cheryl. Write foreverrr
That's what we do: we look for rhymes within our times to show the peoples the way to steeples; we climb dunghills, take pills, we try to kiss, so often miss, break our hearts before the sunrise's new start; we try, to say goodbye and stand on a mountain, but sometimes flop in the fountain; yes, we pave the way, towards brighter days, that is if we behave but sometimes we're depraved, but Cheryl, thanks - because you love us all anyways..........
I don't usually rate but I came back to score this one. You got a 10 because I assume I'm included in the dedication. If not, it drops to a nine. You also got 2 screen licks by Streaker - that's like two thumbs up.