Since Poetry Seems to Rule My Days...
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Writer's Soul
Passion stirs the writer’s soul. Passion
Weaves cords of justice and mercy and love and hope and
Drives this rope in whip-like fury at
Injustice and cruelty and hate and despondence.
Longing for connection to that voice we share, writers
Weave threads of tears and pain and sadness and misplaced ideals. We
Sew together joy and healing and smiles and dreams
In a tapestry resplendent with the hues of life well spent.
A writer's touch, gentle and fine, soft sliding silk that
Plays the length of our essence and spirit and character and heart that
Suggest our core and courage and disposition and compassion
Can spring from the stroke of a pen or the lilting tap of modern keys.
A writer’s soul cannot be dampened by
Mere catastrophe or pain, nor damage nor sorrow
For these contain the fertile fields from which we breed our passions and
Rise to the challenge of connecting…with inner peace.
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Hi poetvix,
Thank you for your kind comment. I love that shoe poem you wrote. Way cool!!! I'm sure I will learn a few things from your writing. I love it when people stop by. Thanks for taking the time!
I heard the sounds of melancholy in the background - feelings of thoughtful sadness.
Hi MartieCoetser,
Very perceptive. I lean heavily that direction, especially when writing. I'm sure it reflects that which I normally am loathe to communicate.
It's that quiet hour of the night again... and these are just the words that resonate within my heart at the moment. The midnight is darker than usual today, the shadows of 'tears, pain, sadness and misplaced ideals' hang lower too. Perhaps, we seek words that comfort us at such moments... or perhaps, it's the words that come seeking us.
In any case, I'm here again... silent... reflective... weakened. Sometimes, I wonder if I'll ever have the strength to fight the injustice and cruelty of this world - it seems to so overshadow the 'good' at times. Yet, I know, this too shall pass... and tomorrow the sun will shine again.
Thank you for your words... I find myself comforted already by them in a way I cannot describe....
Hello myownworld,
I'm encased in the dark of well-after-midnight. Your connection to "tears, pain, sadness and misplaced ideals" I seek. "Words that come seeking us" feels emotionally correct at this moment, and that phrase strikes me as a need I possess.
Your midnight there in the UK I envy. You dwell within a "writer's soul" often when you write from this place. I realize geography has little to do with getting there. I paint your 'midnight' place of "silence... reflective... weakened." lovely. In this midnight you describe, I see my muse residing, waiting for me to visit.
I understand it can be a place of pain and I may be foolish for the desire to be there, but it truly is a place of renewal for me as this world of children and work and wars and insanities distract me from the inner turmoil all bring about. A correction silently screams from deep inside for attention, but I often ignore it and do not understand why I feel out of sorts.
Then, once I arrive at this midnight rendezvous, my passions and pains and sadness and misplaced ideals can heal through their pouring out onto the white screen that tapestry of healing that words can possess.
Wrap yourself up in that beautiful midnight in the UK and embrace the therapy it offers, and know that your words seek me and others and that they help lead us to those places of introspection that yes, bring tears, and yes, nudge us to contemplate hopelessness, but yes, inspire us to take up the good fight and press on.
You write from a place I deny myself far too much. I appreciate, no, more strongly, look forward to your words that seek me and encourage me to join you as a writer and feel.
You are comforted by my words and I am stirred to that place of emotion by yours. This amazes me, that your comment flows so directly with what I wrote and that your words give back to me more than I put into mine.
I am thankful for your midnight, and that you allowed moments of that precious time to read and respond to my writing. Not only that, I am thankful for the emotions your comment stirs.
poetvix Level 7 Commenter 21 months ago
Phenominal (sp). Truly inspiring.