the poetry of being
is in the heartbeat and the breathing
and the pulse the feel imparts
in tandem with the thoughts
a skip, a trace, a blip, a race, a press
of pressure points is wrought
by what is sensed and sought
the essence seals –
an idea, an experience, a memory seized –
while all the while the blood
in consummate design
courses involuntarily, the vessels
arteries to capillaries to veins
of corporeality
its systolic symphony
the poetry of being
embarks the seeking and the seeing
the optics, the mind’s eye perceives
elicits a response – a murmur, a moan
a laugh, a sigh, a groan, a cry
exacted and expressed and manifest
by means of some unseen grand scheme
moved by sensation to imagination
or is it the notion, emotion in reverse?
trace the tingles from their impetus
to their final place or resting piece
or find them lost …
the poetry of being
is in the doing
the move to plod or pace, or climb or race –
the dance to an inner beat that taps the soles
when reality snaps back the feat
at the foot fight of rhythm's resistance
for first spot the finish line
or the fingers tap keys
and pluck strings
of internal harmony
the play of creations and recreations
for their versions of a masterpiece
You don't need me to tell you that this one is very good.
It has been a while since I read such smoothly written rhyming and rhythm - interwoven so beautifully. You set the example. I only wish I could follow through and do nearly as well. Thank you for an unusual creation. - Bill
Helga I was away and almost missed this spectacular piece!
What a joy to read, such wonderful fusion of words and
styles ,internal rhyme,etc your knowledge of poetry brings
this off beautifully! Kudo's!
Reviewed by Lady Peg (Reader)
Reviewed on September 24, 2004
Awesome and very nice!
Reviewed by P. Michaels (Reader)
Reviewed on September 24, 2004
Your poetry has a really nice flow to it and it reads well.
the poetry of being
is in the doing
the move to plod or pace, or climb or race –
the dance to an inner beat that taps the soles
when reality snaps back the feat
at the foot fight with rhythmic resistance
Helga... this is great word play that really makes your poetry sing.
You're right on the mark with this one, Helga. Not only is the subject matter something I thoroughly see eye to eye with you, but your focus is straight on -- never for one second deviates from the heart of this poem. This is you at your magnifiscent best!
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It has been a while since I read such smoothly written rhyming and rhythm - interwoven so beautifully. You set the example. I only wish I could follow through and do nearly as well. Thank you for an unusual creation. - Bill
You work wonderful magic with each and every word that is written - this is one excellent write!!
Robert
What a joy to read, such wonderful fusion of words and
styles ,internal rhyme,etc your knowledge of poetry brings
this off beautifully! Kudo's!
is in the doing
the move to plod or pace, or climb or race –
the dance to an inner beat that taps the soles
when reality snaps back the feat
at the foot fight with rhythmic resistance
Helga... this is great word play that really makes your poetry sing.
Carmen :-)
is in the heartbeat and the breathing....
So what more can I tell you Helga, you got it in one.
I really enjoyed this one.
love
Ian