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What type of poem am I?
by Bhuwan Thapaliya
Thursday, March 17, 2005
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“ What type of poem am I?”
I am formless as the clouds,
and as elegiac as the silence,
in the itinerary of the noise.

I am not a classic
written by the author, “God.”
The rhythms of my verses are supplied
by the parable of their tears.

I am not in me
though I abide in me.
I am but a color,
whose colors have worn away.

May be I was written with
an ethical effect of the modern art.
Or may be I was not written
but just replicated from their life.

I wish I could read the critics mind.
Is it true that a poem cannot read anybody?
But I loathe the way they recite me
pretending to understand me.

My be I am,
the monologue of my rhymes.
Or may be I am,
the literature of my own life.

However much they hate me,
I am that poetry they cannot write.
I am the phantom of the world
crawling with a rose in the hand
through the boulevard of the thorns.

However much they praise me,
I am only a drop of verse
drawn up by the time
to become the formless clouds
in the wilderness of the literary sky.

O Poet! O my maker!
“What type of poem am I?”
O strangers! O my readers!
”What type of poem am I?”

I wish I could read me
and discern my spirit.
Is it true that a poem
cannot read a poem?

“ Am I a poem?”
or am I just a rhymed hoax.
Out of greed for the
joys of the immortality.

This cyclic curiosity goes on eternally.
I am lost in a synthesis between
the dualism of my readers
and the monism of my maker.

No one knows what its like to be a poem.
No one knows how vague is its core.
There is nothing as genuine as me.
There is nothing as deceptive as me.

Copyright 2005 Bhuwan Thapaliya.

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Reviewed by Cynth'ya 3/25/2005
She, and the poem, are beautiful.
blessin's BT,
Reviewed by Christy French 3/24/2005
So eloquent and poignant. I am in awe. Thanks for sharing.
Reviewed by Bobbi Duffy 3/22/2005
Most people are prose, a long list of words that tell a meandering story of their lives, but a rare jewel is a person who is themselves a poem for it is from them we learn how to express emotions in words, and put emotions to words. You, my friend, are a living poem.
Reviewed by Mitzi Jackson 3/21/2005
Excellent expressions here
like most it is hard to comment on something
so profound!!!
whichever however this you are a wonderful offering
Reviewed by OnepoetGem *the Poetic Rapper 3/21/2005
Great piece to stimulate the mind B. Your heart is a caring heart, it overflows in your poems and writing. Personally I feel that if you were a poem, everyone who read you would be a better person afterwards. G
Reviewed by A Serviceable Villain 3/20/2005

A type of poem created with loving care and written by a master poet, that's "What type of poem!! Excellent!!

Best to you,

Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader) 3/19/2005
Remarkable. Never met a thinking poem, that is introspective too.

Like the paradox at the end.
Reviewed by C. McGovern-Bowen 3/19/2005
"... I am but a color whose colors have worn away..." it does not get any clearer than that, Bhuwan! Love this piece, Poet. Masterfully expressed-- however "vague is its core"... so much insight, so much fodder... Thank you.
Reviewed by William Bonilla 3/18/2005
Fantastic write My friend
your writes never cease to amaze me

William ....Peace
Reviewed by Regis Auffray 3/18/2005
This is incredibly ethereal, eternal, mesmerizing in scope and it grabs me by the soul, Bhuwan. That's poetry that packs a punch. Love and peace. Regis

Reviewed by E T Waldron 3/18/2005
Bhuwan, I can hardly comment when you write like this!
It is as if divinity is speaking through you
words that can only be inspired by spirit with a heart
and soul imbued with passion! When you write like this
you are poetry itself...

Reviewed by Dale Clark 3/18/2005
A true poet is what you are Bhuwan!
This is just an outstanding piece
that says everything in a way that
expresses many poets. I applaud you!
Reviewed by Joel Raja Kumar J 3/18/2005
A living poem and a lively person. A wonderful write my friend with so much of insight and philosophy. The mountains always murmur wisdom.

Love from India - Joel -
Reviewed by Kate Burnside 3/18/2005
There is more poetry in one line of that face than a pen could ever express; she holds all the past, present and future there, together with the hopes and the fears of all ages. Your poetry is in your being and in your prodigious talent to translate your essence into living word that breathes with the breath and fruitfulness of your own life. We do not ask "what type of poem" your are, Bhuwan... only know that your ARE POETRY. Continue to shine your love and your light into dark places and be safe and well... LOL Kate xx
Reviewed by M.Bennett Hooper (Mikii) 3/17/2005
How beautiful none could say it better than you Master Poet Bhuwan. Peace and blessings. Mikii
Reviewed by jude forese 3/17/2005
no doubt, you are a living poem ...

one of you best ... exceptional poem in content and delivery ,,,
Reviewed by Handsum Hart 3/17/2005
A splendid write, much to chew on here.

Best wishes
Reviewed by Aberjhani 3/17/2005
What an excellent write! And therein, I think, lies the answer to your humble aesthetic query: The kind of poem you are is an excellent one:-)
Reviewed by Tracey L. O' Very (Reader) 3/17/2005
Dramatic Melody I think that's what the teacher told me. It's beautiful and a poem of question I know i ask alot. But know I tell the truth of how your poems touches me. And this one touched me so directly of my own thoughts and wonderings.
have no fear you are one Excellent and talented poet. I love the way you said "I am poetry they cannot write". Absolutely true! A very Unique style w/ solid attraction of mind and soul touching.
Reviewed by Kate Clifford 3/17/2005
Priceless within its making. Great write.
Reviewed by Tinka Boukes 3/17/2005
A beautiul piece Bhuwan!!

Love Tinka
Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie 3/17/2005
This was so beautiful Bhuwan, very true and lovely,

Reviewed by Judy Lloyd (Reader) 3/17/2005
Yes I agree with the Eds and add one comment no one knows the value of the poem and its worth to the world.
Reviewed by Ed Matlack 3/17/2005
The last paragraph says it all and ends it so well...ed
Reviewed by Mr. Ed 3/17/2005
Extremely interesting, Bhuwan - and I love your last stanza.
Reviewed by M. B. 3/17/2005
Wow, this is fantastic! It asks eternal questions all poets wonder. But you can rest assured, dear Bhuwan, that I don't give empty reviews. I ponder your poetry. It asks universal questions and often illuminates all in the same piece. Your words definitely inspire me.

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