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Post by anirbas on Jul 9, 2013 21:59:50 GMT -6
I read a poem in here I wanted to exalt either last night or the night before that, but, I'd already exalted one and so had to wait... Anyway, due to meds or sometimers, I can't remember the name of the poem, but, it was about words and I think, Heartfelt wrote it... I can't find it...It was about five to seven lines long...If anyone could help a sista out, I'd be mighty thankful... If you find it, copy and paste it here, please... Over and out...I feel icky and I am going to bed...Woohoo!  |
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Post by heartfelt7 on Jul 15, 2013 13:43:14 GMT -6
Sorry, 'Nir - I did post one about words but deleted it, so it wasn't your meds (ha). I'm not sure what I want to say lately, so I might remain a "reader" rather than a participant for a while. You take care!!!
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Post by anirbas on Jul 15, 2013 23:46:20 GMT -6
Please, please, please tell me you still have a copy of it! I found it striking, definitely struck a chord with me. And the stars only know, I also meant to comment on it, but, I get so turned around at times on these dratted meds, there are days, I don't know if I'm coming or going, in my head. haha My body does okay at work. It is responding well to this regimen, it appears. I stick the old bod in auto-pilot and off we go. But, the brain doesn't respond so well, at work, though. Folks can tell on my first day back to work, I'm rather fuzzy, shall we say? It's not an altogether unpleasant experience other than, of course, I must do it...But, it pretty much kills my two days off. Anyway, rambling. The long and short of it, Missy, is that I WANT THAT DRATTED POEM. I would actually prefer to see it back here, exactly like it was. It was good. You seem to find me a "good" poet, well, one "good" poet to another, I found it beyond "good", it was dratted EXCELLENT and deserving of an exalt. Even an award, if we gave such frivilous (mssplld?) internet tokens away here...haha...Anyway, please, please, please bring it back. Talk about one you'd take the facebook alternate site, this is one of those...Please? Pretty please??? I was so disheartened, no, downright aggravated when I couldn't find on it upon my return...I even thought to myself, my dratted Dora, I bet she deepsixed that piece...gigglegiggle...I should never have taught you how to do that...lol....Please? Pretty please? Please? Warning. I will continue begging until you do... Please? |
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Post by heartfelt7 on Jul 16, 2013 8:53:04 GMT -6
OMG!!!! Is this the one?
No Words
There are no words, but that's okay.
To search for words will just take me back
to my self and its quest for the right words,
the perfect words, or the fear of no words at all.
I am perfectly happy here. No self? No problem!
I won't trouble my self and my self won't trouble me.
I had deleted this and put it in my "little ditties" folder that I figure no one but me will understand (ha). I would rather just write about the Heart's love (not the mind's
contemplations), but I so want to capture the freedom (paradox) of turning to something "other" than my self.
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Post by heartfelt7 on Jul 16, 2013 9:16:06 GMT -6
P.S. - Did I really call you a "good" poet? I hope not. Your encouraging comments and beautiful writing make you a "teacher" of poets (something much finer).
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Post by anirbas on Jul 16, 2013 10:15:24 GMT -6
That's it!!!!!!! CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! Woop! Woop! I love this piece. It speaks to me. Each piece is written from the perspective of the poet, but, each reader sees the piece according to his or her own experiences...And that's why, a poem, is like a painted canvas...Colored with words, not oils, chalks or pastels...
"Good" was probably my word, Sweets. A broad term word to cover all the fab things you have said about my pieces. It keeps me trying to write.
For the past few years, I feel as though, through putting all my reserves into getting through making a living for my family through the pain and drama of existing in the bakery lol I have lost the ability to create poems, while decorating, creating cakes...
But, I haven't decorated in six weeks now and my body is the best it's felt in at least eight years and seems to keep getting better and better and I am as happy at work, as I am at home...AND I STILL CAN'T PEN A POEM THAT KNOCKS MY OWN SOCKS OFF WHEN I READ IT BACK TO MYSELF...
I keep remembering something Glenn aka Was said years ago at an alternate poetry site...That perhaps, a poet had to be unhappy to be able to write...Yet, you are one of the happiest, full of life and the love of it poets I've ever come across on the internet and you still write beautiful pieces....haha...Or that is the way I "read" you...Your poem encapsulated how I feel about my writer's block issue...Resonated through me as though you'd banged a gong next to me ear...haha
Fracking drat! There I go again, rambling like a stinking rose! lol
Another reason I love the piece, as this "teacher" person of poets, I love nothing more than when a poet, tips the box over in their heads and breaks their writing routine...Writes in a genre out of their comfort zone, or writes in a different style than their usual "pen print"...
Do me one last favor...Title this piece and put it back in the general population, so to speak...SO I CAN EXALT IT PROPERLY!
Miz Sabrina says so. Don't make me get that ruler out and have to smack the back of your hand with it. By the way, class, I'd appreciate a bar of chocolate from each of you when you show up to school. Teach don't do apples, I do CHOCOLATE!!!!!! gigglegiggle
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Post by heartfelt7 on Jul 16, 2013 10:53:39 GMT -6
Yes, ma'am, Miz Sabrina! If you say so, Miz Sabrina! (And if I ever get a chance to meet you, I "will" bring CHOCOLATE!!!)
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Post by anirbas on Jul 16, 2013 16:11:11 GMT -6
OH, Yummy!!!!!!! You know how to placate my inner monster!!!!!!!! gigglegiggle. And I would love to meet you, in "real" time. What a hoot that would be. I've often told David, I'd like to own a big enough old rambler of a house, that our poet friends could pass in and out, after Ivy was grown and out of the nest. lol I'm such a goose of a dreamer. I do think of owning a b&b type of thing when we are older. Eh. That's one of those back burner things. Off to cook dinner. On the menu, this evening at The House of David and Sabrina, are bbq pork chops, roasted potatoes, and fresh green beans lightly sauced with butter and lemon zest and pepper. Gonna wash that down with my chemo cocktail. Yum! Yum! The cocktail of Champions!!!!!!! lol
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