Is it enough to be swept away
by dreams and visions of poetic
intensity
To have it enmeshed and wrapped
in every sinew of thought immersed
in the blood, like corpuscles
To have ones words imprinted in every
cell you possess, until you can't have a
thought of your own
Is it enough to dwell within the mind of
another without ever truly knowing the
heart and soul
Does living the word suffice to cover all other aspects, isn't some further action necessary to maintain balance
Does the heart of the poet truly live or is it a delusion that hides behind the
eloquent words
Is it finding solace in living words while
escaping into the dream of what one
can't attain in reality
I ask myself "what are you doing poet,
are you giving life to the word , or are you letting the word take your life, or are they one and the same?"
etw
Love Tinka
"To have ones words imprinted in every
cell you possess, until you can't have a
thought of your own"
Poets allow us to live and see.
Blessings
Joselyn
Peace. Joyce
Your frustration for expression does come clear in this poem :o)
Micke
Lovely piece!
Myrna
Hugs and respect,
CJ
Bom Bhole!
Rosh
is a fine work of art.
intriguing thoughts ...
Peace,
Carolyn
PS-- do keep writing!
Mind bending thoughts at 4 am..
Wide Awake Andy..