It is here that the mind covers our thoughts in clouds, yet the heart will always remember those passionate and sacred moments... In separation, live life through hope and in vision...
THE 'PLUME', HE ...WAITS...PATIENTLY. HE SEES YOU AND KNOWS WHERE YOU ARE AND...WHEN HE IS READY TO BE USED...HE WILL CALL YOU. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
A picture of aging and mental degradation that is historic and has plagued gifted people for over 2000 years.
However, the plume, inkwell, and parchment… Long the staple of written knowledge and art, have been replaced by the Cloud and interconnected by the Internet into a matrix that the whole world can enjoy, abhor, promote, or ignore. Very soon, your very thoughts, even these dreadful ones you are trying to put on electronic paper, will go directly to the cloud and the romantic devices you describe will be moot.
I don't curse the days I don't or can't write.
Searching my mind for a "hook,"
a phrase that spawns a poem is not something we
can do. On our own, we are nothing. No poetry at all.
I just go play golf, happy to be alive,
when so many that were diagnosed with my "EX" condition did not survive three months.
Put down the plume and pick up the camera.
He probably walked into that room to get the parchment out and write. I bet he had a good poem going on at the time. I hope he remembers it. Cool poem!
A wandering mind maybe just looking for a dwelling place,
where it can creates work such as this poem, to cause other minds to ponder or wonder over! But, then it takes a W Bonilla's mind to do that! Thanks for sharing, William!
Alas, we all experience "the half full inkwell", waiting patiently to be drained. Indeed, good poetry is pure inspiration that descends from . . . who knows where. We can only be like the inkwell and wait patiently for the spirit to return. Your poem expresses a theme most eloquent. I wish you well in many more poems to come from your feathered pen. John
Perhaps "..Quiet Storm" will help rekindle old flames buried and long forgotten or express the love so deeply locked inside of your soul longing to be released.
Regardless of where you may be found in love this beautiful masterpiece can be
A people’s heart can be found in their poetic words. In history men and women have stood firmly upon their soapboxes and street corners, rallying the deepest beliefs of people to rise up and be heard. The poetrypages.com has offered that voice a new
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Beautifully written...
~ Linda
However, the plume, inkwell, and parchment… Long the staple of written knowledge and art, have been replaced by the Cloud and interconnected by the Internet into a matrix that the whole world can enjoy, abhor, promote, or ignore. Very soon, your very thoughts, even these dreadful ones you are trying to put on electronic paper, will go directly to the cloud and the romantic devices you describe will be moot.
Ron
Take the "Challenge"!
Dan
Searching my mind for a "hook,"
a phrase that spawns a poem is not something we
can do. On our own, we are nothing. No poetry at all.
I just go play golf, happy to be alive,
when so many that were diagnosed with my "EX" condition did not survive three months.
Put down the plume and pick up the camera.
Walt
The plume of pen and image of thoughts is intertwined. Parchment now letter the words
going forward. Relating...to your surreal poem.
Lady Mary Ann
Love ya!
Jane
where it can creates work such as this poem, to cause other minds to ponder or wonder over! But, then it takes a W Bonilla's mind to do that! Thanks for sharing, William!
Rebecca