Pen Poised, thinking...
by ~Indigo~ Elga
Saturday, July 23, 2005
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The highest function of mind is its function of messenger.
D. H. Lawrence (1885–1930)
Mind
A mind not to be changed by place or time.
The mind is its own place, and in itself
Can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.
John Milton (1608–1674)
lots of love
Elga |
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Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys and fears,
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
William Wordsworth (1770–1850)
Language is called the garment of thought: however, it should rather be, language is the flesh-garment, the body, of thought.
Thomas Carlyle (1795–1881)
Pen Poised, thinking …
Thoughts rioting through my active mind
So much to do and so little time
What to write? What to say?
I know not much
Yet my thoughts do stray
Humour and laughter
Not my forte
Politics and war
I’ll keep away
Hurts and sadness need an outlet
Passion and love, can we forget?
How many then can we pen?
Within a heart that won’t end.
Poems that lay hidden
From prying eyes
Of love and romances
Dying passions and lies
Laws of old that are carved in stone
Rules which we were never shown
Thoughts and memories you’ll continue to pen
Stringing of words, again and again!
~*~
“Ali, Mere Dilbar Jaani,
Mujhe tumse pyar hai bahut Sanam.
Mere dard ko mitao, tum mere meet ho.
Bin tere kuch nahin hai… Elga”
~*~
© Elga~Indigo~
22 July 2005 – All rights reserved
05H41am
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| Reviewed by ~ Chanti |
7/24/2005 |
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Keep on writing about love Elga. There are enough people writing about morbid subjects. Your poetry is like sunshine breaking through clouds. Beautiful expression.
~Chanti~ |
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| Reviewed by Paul Williams |
7/24/2005 |
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And your thoughts rioted into this excellent piece dearest Elga.
Paul;-) |
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| Reviewed by E T Waldron |
7/23/2005 |
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Superb write Elga! Love can never be written about too much. It is the eternal gift that never runs dry, the essence of all that lives and the greatest goft from Creator!
Love,
Eileen |
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| Reviewed by Tinka Boukes |
7/23/2005 |
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Thought provoking read Elga!!
Love Tinka |
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| Reviewed by Regis Auffray |
7/23/2005 |
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| Most thought-provoking, Elga; and worthy of more than one reading. Thank you. Love and peace. Regis |
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| Reviewed by jude forese |
7/23/2005 |
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| a really good query into a poet's intent and motivation ... |
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| Reviewed by Felix Perry |
7/23/2005 |
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These words are so true and apply to all writers,I guess it's just the nature of the beast but when it all comes together whether it be a poem, story, song or play it makes all the work worthwhile.
Felix |
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| Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader) |
7/23/2005 |
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| Good thoughts and questions and in-depth searching of the soul. Ah, we poets and would-be poets have a hard row to hoe, do we not? Loved the thoughts behind the poem. |
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| Reviewed by Mr. Ed |
7/23/2005 |
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Thoughts rioting through my active mind
So much to do and so little time
I know that feeling well, Elga. |
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| Reviewed by William Bonilla |
7/23/2005 |
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Excellent write ...Elga
Me I just write whats there at the time
can't just poise, if I do nothing comes out
like waiting for the first drop of
an open new bottle of ketchup
too much anticipation.
thanks for sharing
William ......Peace & Love |
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