we seek a place where perfection of prose beckons. on white parched paper the ink flows freely. prettily. each and every sentence makes perfect sense, only to you. a thought takes you places high up, real low, over the bend and beyond
somewhere beyond
that layer of thought
words
we seek the inner plateau where the higher conscience beckons. on the road of life, thoughts flow freely. deeply. each and every idea makes perfect sense, only to you. profound discoveries take you places high up, real low, over the bend and beyond
somewhere around
the bend of the river
stream of consciousness
we seek a book where small stories beckon. on a parchment, legends flow freely. enchantment. each and every folkloric magi makes perfect sense, only to you. an adventure takes you places high up, real low, over the bend and beyond
somewhere
captured in the moment
small stones
we seek refuge where religion beckons. on wings of faith, hope flows freely. divinely. each and every revelation makes perfect sense, only to you. compassion takes you places high up, real low, over the bend and beyond
we seek refuge where religion beckons. on wings of faith, hope flows freely. divinely. each and every revelation makes perfect sense, only to you. compassion takes you places high up, real low, over the bend and beyond
somewhere high up
mountains of hope
revelations
we seek enlightenment where poetry beckons. on each leaf, grey stone, pebbled road, words flow freely. uplifting. each and every poem makes perfect sense, only to you. a beautiful verse takes you places high up, real low, over the bend and beyond
somewhere deep
somewhere deep
below oceans and gut feelings
inspiration
copyright 2013 by ninotaziz. all rights reserved
copyright 2013 by ninotaziz. all rights reserved
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yes, yes, and yes...they are somewhere...hiding and waiting and teasing us...we know they are there somewhere!! this is wonderful. thank you
ReplyDeleteThank you Deborah. I like that - the bit about teasing us. That's how words play with us, don't they?
Deletesomewhere indeed...and sometime syou just have to go on a quest to find them...or work to push through that thin veil to grasp them...
ReplyDeleteHi Brian, I was very unhappy with the poem I had so I have changed it quite drastically. Hope you get to see it.
DeleteAs long as we don't take each other trippy experiences as revelation!
ReplyDelete:-)
Thank you Sabio for being here. Looking forward to your poetry.
DeleteI like the poetic inspirations from nature, somewhere everywhere is poetry ~
ReplyDeleteGreat to see you ~ Have a good weekend ~
Thank you Grace. Earlier the poem was just bare bones. I decided to fill it up. A strange way of doing poetry today for me.
DeleteYou have a great weekend too, Grace.
...ah, how this poem grew too fast in abundance..i came to read here earlier when some internet connection issues occured unexpectedly...and i saw how this poem looked like winter trees...now your poem's facing spring - so rich & lively... smiles...
ReplyDeleteHow lovely that you witnessed the evolution of this poem Kelvin. Yes, it was like a winter tree earlier. But the frost had melted and I gave in to the inner voice of the poem. I shall be visiting soon.
DeleteIt is everywhere, isn't it, inspiration?
ReplyDeleteOh yes, we only have to open our eyes. But more, our hearts. Thanks Kim!
DeleteThe poem and the commentary in one - what an interesting structure!
ReplyDeleteThanks Marina. I often use this structure when doing haiku. Then it is called haibun.
DeleteI love the rhythm of this, and the repetition helps to draw some potentially disparate ideas together. Well-penned!
ReplyDeleteDear Tony,
DeleteI was worried about the repetitive structure of the prose. But I thought it would =somewhat ground it. Thank you!
I love the form you put this into. It made the flow so smooth to read for me. Love the whole poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you Gretchen. It is great that you read the whole poem and that you felt the flow helped. At least I have an idea that the structure works.
DeleteI could not find yours, but I do not expect everyone to write a poem too. If you do have an entry, please leave the link here!
I am happy to hear you allowed the poem to grow and flourish with its own voice. The inner critic can sometimes be too harsh in its pruning. A beautiful expression.
ReplyDeleteThank you Anna. I had whipped up something simple earlier, skeletal in the beginning. But soon the full idea sort of presented itself to me.
DeleteThat is how creativity is to me...
Beautifully written...describes so many aspects of writing and so many reasons to write!
ReplyDeleteThe reasons! Inspirations? We are thankful for them, Mary!
DeleteAh, that inner self of inspiration. great words.
ReplyDeleteThank you Anthony. If only one could bottle inspiration...Thank you!
DeleteWOWZERS! One of your best, kiddo. I love the alternating form, the repetition and the evolving strength and clarity that builds as you weave your work.
ReplyDeleteSigh. I feel like I have just been to a banquet, in the pantry this morning, and have been served seconds and thirds of brilliance.
Yes Sherry. This was something I had to weave, work at and wonder at times, whether it was going to read well. Glad you liked it. And thank you, again.
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