Pen in Hand (poem) by Dale Clark on AuthorsDen

Reviewed by Alexandra* OneLight*® Authors & Creations

Reviewed on April 9, 2006

Pen in hand you depict the essence of poetry - yes, it is just like blood, because it is blood. I don't know what moments are of greater anguish, dear Dale - if those when poetry gushes through the wounds... or those when it seems to have clotted in our veins, beyond any possible flow.
This is poetry with royal blood, magnificent!
Alexandra*

Reviewed by Retta (Reindeer) Mckenzie

Reviewed on April 9, 2006

Ah Dale, you have captured this struggle so very well in this excellent poem, I loved this powerful poem so much,

Reindeer

Reviewed by Peter Paton

Reviewed on April 8, 2006

Extremely powerful and intense write, Dale !
You put your whole being into your pens...:)
Never change that brooding style..that's what makes you...
Peter

Reviewed by Marie Wadsworth

Reviewed on April 7, 2006

powerful and compelling write.

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on April 7, 2006

Inspired writing is superbly therapeutic and it is good of you to share your gift, Dale. Thank you. Love and peace,

Regis

Reviewed by Aberjhani

Reviewed on April 6, 2006

Brilliant meditation on the passion that stirs and sustains the creative impulse. Clearly, your pen did not have to wait very long.
Aberjhani

Reviewed by Kate Burnside

Reviewed on April 6, 2006

Either I am standing on my head or peeps seem to have read this one of at least two ways... sign of great poetry, Dale... keep all the cards in YOUR hand!! :)) Love it - and can so relate... reckon my "blood" has really yet to flow cos most of what I feel is still bottled up, never to be brought into the light of day and, as you seem to speak to ME here certainly... it don't half hurt!!! I just wonder what the catalyst will be to get that stopper out the bottle... sod's law: something will happen almost INSTANTLY, after all these years... just you wait!! This is like a blade to the wrist, thank you... in the nicest possible way! :)) LOL Kate xx

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

Reviewed on April 6, 2006

Awwwwww let your ink flow and get it out....bleed rhymes of love and pain upon the page to heal...dreamer!!

Love TinkY

Reviewed by Cynth'ya Reed

Reviewed on April 5, 2006

Sometimes, writing pain makes the pain go away. Neat poem Dale,
blessin's
cynth'ya lewis reed

Reviewed by jude forese

Reviewed on April 5, 2006

inspiration is the blood flowing circulating through our muse, the easy part is allowing it to write ...

Reviewed by E T Waldron

Reviewed on April 5, 2006

Dale, this is fantastic! How well you capture the angst part of writing! It can be so frustrating, and you brought it to life!
Superb poem!

Love,
Eileen

Reviewed by Chanti Niven

Reviewed on April 5, 2006

When I wait for the ink to run, it does...usually in the opposite direction.;-)
No, jokes aside, this is an impactful poem and I could feel the frustration and anguish of the writer. Ironically, as you bemoan the absence of the muse, you spin out a lovely work.
Chanti

Reviewed by L. Figgins

Reviewed on April 5, 2006

"...the poet now pale & white" like the page. "...the ink...it ran like blood from a wound." How true an analogy, for those gifted enough to write emotion raw from their pain. Powerfully intense and brooding write, Dale. "...the muse cried/her sobbing lost in the trees where birds sing/I await the ink to run/pen in hand." Who cannot relate to this? We can't force a poem, it lives & breathes on its own-channeled from ether, it seems, "smeared and bleary" in the translation for this is what poetry is. We seek to express what really can't be expressed. Fine work, Dale...

Love, Lin