Fay Slimm.

Twice Stirred.




Twice Stirred.


Suspended at doors of rigid, well-defined
thought ineptly hangs whimsy,
which poets unlatch and employ to instil
flight from imprisoned minds.


Scribes delight in beguile with the imagined
indifference to where reality ends
for fancy begins as wonder sews metaphor
alongside truth while awed muse 
captures and paints make-believe dreams
from perceived evidence for pen 
can catch assonance in sunsets and invest
every dawn with imagery-gems.

Writers see notions in extra dimensions that
bolster excitement for romantics
who cling to ethereal and give idealized zeal
to lateral views with beauty
suffusing surreal through word-spontaneity
so Utopia, being twice stirred
appears authentic and Eden itself no illusion.


Praise for all scribes who invest much time 

     by painstakingly guiding those poetic minds      

            who will delight in transcending normal life.            


  • anonymousblue

    A beautiful, refined tribute to those whose imagination soars. It was a delight to read your poem, thanks for sharing.

    • Fay Slimm.

      Thank you so much for your visit and comment. Am pleased you enjoyed the read of Twice Stirred.

    • Alan .S. Jeeves

      Delightful and musing Fay.
      Happy May Day,
      Ex animo, Alan

      • Fay Slimm.

        Belated warm wishes for you too Alan - - hope Mayday brought you sunshiny moments.

      • dusk arising

        Now you've got my grey matter pulsing with thoughts of "is that what i do then?".... transcending normal was second nature i'll admit.

        When it comes to poetry, I don't really know what I'm doing, but I'll have a go!

        • Fay Slimm.

          You are a natural poet dear friend as all your postings show thought and skill in expressing with words your beguilingly whimsical notions on differing subjects. We none of us know how we get there but the results if readable show our love of language. Thanking you muchly for dropping by for a read and comment on Twice Stirred.

        • orchidee

          Good write Fay.

        • ANGELA & BRIAN

          Ahh YES FAY ~ The curse of Calliope ! Real Poets do not look at the World like other People. They sacrifice Absolutes for Alliteration ~ Meaning for Mataphor & Sense for Simile ! They think in Rhyme not Reason & sacrifice Plain English for Assonance & Resonance ! Metre is more important than *Matter of Fact* and Classical Form than Clarity. This creates an internal rift between Poetry and *The lingo of the Common Man*. Modern Poetry is a betrayal of 5,000 Years of Proper Poetry ! Classical Poetry find itself in the same Boat as Classical Music whose Meaning & Moods are (of essence) much less accessible than Pop Music ! If a *POEM* lacks mystique it isnt a POEM. MPS is an *Open House* and the contibutions range from Very Good to Good to Not so Good and a great minority - can only be classified as UGLY. Having such a well designed site - on which to hone our skills - is a priviledge - we should never abuse it - AMEN

          Blessings & Peace & Joy
          Love Angela & Brian 💛💛💛

          • Fay Slimm.

            What a delightfully written summary of real poetry in all its forms Brian - thanking you kindly and am so pleased the read of Twice Stirred gave you the incentive .

          • Goldfinch60

            Wonderful words Fay, we all try to get the words from our mind to the paper.


            • Fay Slimm.

              We certainly do my friend - and sometimes it takes longer than planned but words to writers have place in our lives............. wishing you dear Andy many more beautiful river-walks and postings that share your pleasure in nature.

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