No Limits.
The sky has no limits to poets who
materialize an insideness of things, linguistic
verses emerge while well-crafted ideas woo
words that cannot resist.
Like any romantics their sensitive
skills portray sparklets of sentence-diamante'
studded with entrancing perception inventive
when scribed as fantasy.
Such is their means of expression
that seams of poetic mesh mould a moonlight
magic to graphic lines which tied to freshness
become boldly inviting.
Poets drift nearer to insightful art
by heedful word-fervour when souls realize
truth that mysterious Muse compels hearts
to write yet never ask why.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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A fine write Fay. Let's muse on, hopefully not with writer's block.
My thanks to you Orchi and glad you enjoyed reading my take on what makes a poet.
Your 'insightful art' Fay is surely so inspiring to us all.
Great words.
A big thank you for the lovely compliment Andy - so pleased that you liked the write.
dont just say it and risk being misheard or forgot.. scribe it and take a chance on immortality.....
an inspirational and most necessary poem for all of us Fay...... cheers, Neville
My thanks Neville for your visit and comment - - urge to write marks the true poet and with this fact I must agree................. Fay
Turning ourselves inside out so to speak...........
Just so Lorna and thank you for the reminder. - - - this is just what poets achieve.
The mystery of what makes us do our poetic thing.
Beautifully crafted poetry Fay. Truly fine embroidery of words.
Delighted you found beauty in my embroidery of words D.A. - a sincere thank you for your lovely comment.
.... and that's the beauty of poetry. Say it simply, or intricately like you or enthrall the reader.
Yes quite so Suresh - our aim is to get and keep the attention of readers. Many thanks for your visit and comment.
So beautiful... Yes, the mysteries of the writing process. You couldn't have said it better: Such is their means of expression / that seams of poetic mesh mould a moonlight / magic... It's a mysterious process and, I think, you can never quite trace it, pinpoint how it happens because so much of it is unconscious. I think the muse speaks through poets' unconscious. Thank you for this lovely poem.
A relationship with poetry is indeed all within our own perception of writing and putting eccentric word on a path which lead down to where the heart is pulled hard on it's strings. From the experiences of writing I've discovered on here is miraculously effecting in which I among many others leaves a trace of kinship within all our poetry magic and that is what you have achieved on this poem. Great work, my friend.
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