The pretensions of a poet misunderstood

sylviasearcher

 

Avert your gaze
Smirk
Or praise
Your choice
My voice
You choose
I lose

 

Walk on perplexed
Frown
Or vex
My word
Unheard
Out of sight
I write

 

Ponder my pretensions
Or denounce
My inventions
My vision
Your derision
My call
Your toll

 

Seek connection
Reach
Or feel rejection
Just a feeling
A kind of healing
Written for me
Free. Free. Free.

  • Author: sylviasearcher (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 2nd, 2019 03:41
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Comments5

  • dusk arising

    I feel there is someone being undervalued and ignored crying out from your writing.
    Free free free? Are you now free? For freedom from such mistreatment surely is the life tonic one needs.
    Just imagine, losing that sad black hollow hurtful burdern and actually being free to be you. To be heard and enjoyed..... to live!

    Be free, i hope you are.

    • sylviasearcher

      It’s a funny concept freedom. To be liberated.

      It is true that I often write of feeling trapped, I guess this one was as much about the look on people’s faces when I say I write poetry as it is about how the only free part of me are the words I write in secret.

      Liberation at what cost though?

      • dusk arising

        Oh come on that's such an easy question. The cost is losing any encumberance to being yourself.

        When i mention i am a poet, i feel as if i am being viewed as effeminate, not the big macho man i appear to be. Most people are not familiar with poetry after all. But i do realise that in stating this, it's just one of my hang ups.

      • 1 more comment

      • Fay Slimm.

        Freedom to be just who we are is priceless and you write its absence most movingly Sylvia.

        • sylviasearcher

          Thank you Faye

          And in movement, maybe I am free?

        • ANGELA & BRIAN

          HI Four balanced ~ Thnaks for sharing you ODE on *Misunderstood Poets* and the freedom of verbalisation ! I love all the Rhyme & Rhythm in YOUR elegant ODE ! Four balances SEPTETS nice to read and awesome to RECITE ! I (BRIAN) was fortunate to be born in Liverpool (UK) were everyone is a Poet ( Roger McGouch ~ Adrian Henri ~ John Lennon etc etc. We were all expected to be innate Poets and all Poets were respected and we did underatand POETRY ! Plase check our SITE !

          Blessings & Peace & Joy
          Yours BRIAN & ANGELA 💙🧡💙

          • sylviasearcher

            Thanks, it’s funny that I have a friend who moved to Liverpool and he used what he told me was Liverpudlian slang to describe my poem. It was ‘heavy lettuce’ hmmm . After he explained it I wasn’t sure it was a compliment .

            I’m glad that some people feel encouragement to write. I never really did ...

          • Neville

            a great title and what followed on through and behind it was pretty darned cool too..... just my opinion but am sticking with it..... N

            • sylviasearcher

              Well today I like your opinion. Thanks

              • Neville

                you are more than welcome..

              • Poetic Dan

                Absolutely brilliant and that last part was perfect. I never know if I'm free but when I write I feel it becomes me!

                Always appreciated!

                • sylviasearcher

                  I’m glad you felt the message there 💜



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