Here is where I start scattering words
in places I never thought to
before
that stodgy, backward-looking witch calls
herself a muse stared me in the face
and pronounced
me
dead.
Here is where I pull a Mozart, creating too
many syllables where he got besotted
with notes. Too long
have they moldered between coffee-
splotched covers
because I was afraid
of their being hurt
by nervous editors’
blue pencils and
Wite-out.
Here is where I let it all fly, knowing I
don't have to worry
about
getting killed by critics
or whom-wielding grammar
police.
Can’t do damage, and neither can I,
if I claw out at last from this
self-spun, ever-tightening,
cocoon.
This is where I discover there are butterflies
whose wings are strong and wide
enough to fly words,
short or long, old or new,
easy or hard,
high.
This is where I stop scattering words
for a moment and fold the spotted wings.
with the crisscrossing rainbows
and the antennae supposed to help
me find. . .I don't know. . .
a place where words are only given
to the humane?
Here is where you should leave your cocoon,
I say after apologizing to the muse who
has watched my back. Sorry about
the witch remark. Free yourself,
toss the broom, then we’ll teach
each other to fly by radar. . .to
the moon!
U r write, there are no critics here to correct English or punctuation. This allows us to create our own language and syntax for our work [the essence of poetry]. Only our in-crowd knows this, so they communicate copious praise. The rest of us are left wondering what the poem meant--or we guess.
Write, because you can. Write, because you do. We are often our harshest critic, torpedo-ing our efforts. Damn the Muse, full speed ahead! I adore your words, (((Pea))) -- and you! Well done.
I read and re-read this one Phyllis, each time gaining a new perspective. I really like my interpretation of it... no matter what the intent was. WELL DONE!!!! Thanks Dick
PS: MY INTERPRETATION….. when I’m writing my poetry, I’m the boss…. What I say goes. I don’t have to be politically correct. My grammar doesn’t have to be perfect, I don’t have to worry about the critics take on it or any of that crap…. I just write what I feel… BRAVO..... AND THANKS AGAIN.
I love the tie-in of Mozart's crowded music manuscripts and the title, Pea... Some of his hand-written originals are, I believe, JUST as if a butterfly had crashed randomly onto the page and left it's inkblots in a nervous frenzy! On-a-mat-o-pea-a-On-a-mat-o-pea-a-On-a-mat-o-pea-a!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :)) xx
After I looked up the meaning of Onomatopoeia I read the poem and liked it. Your piece is the second in row that was an angry writing. What is going on in girl land?
Namaste.
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Patrick
I read these words with much pleasure and...envy.
-gene.
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Ron
Axilea
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
whose wings are strong and wide
enough to fly words,
short or long, old or new,
easy or hard,
high.
I love the beautiful profusion of words in this elegant rant of a poem; nicely put! The flower painting is really neat, too!
PS: MY INTERPRETATION….. when I’m writing my poetry, I’m the boss…. What I say goes. I don’t have to be politically correct. My grammar doesn’t have to be perfect, I don’t have to worry about the critics take on it or any of that crap…. I just write what I feel… BRAVO..... AND THANKS AGAIN.
Sheila
You sparkle in this sophisticated romp, language all hanging out, and it's a joy to read and savour.
John
Namaste.
Warm Wishes,
Christine
Amor