Poets Know.
That joy of authentic rolls like holy grains
out of all but a poet's reach.
Like a bud waiting for heat's inspiration
before unveiling is inspiration
for newly laid eggs the poet must break
nourishing food to reveal.
Dreams of authentic wring writers' veins
with each awakening dawn.
Like a shadow waiting to see where to fall
or some electrical storm
the scribe has to enter for transformation
when lightning bursts its way free.
Versing authentic requires climbers never
afraid of slipping off course.
Alone and naked in search of uniqueness
a wordsmith's brave spirit swims
out to uncharted lettery-seas for naught
but a sense of achievement.
Ventures in versing mean drowning in ink.
Poets know this yet crave to leap.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Having read and enjoyed the post today from our friend Dusk Arising reminded me of a piece I wrote a while ago on the same subject - - hope you enjoy and thanks for the inspiration my poet-friend gave me.
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Now ya come to mention it ............. 🙂
tis like looking in a mind mirror, slowly but deep ............. N x
Yes a "mind-mirror" fits the bill here Neville - - good to see you back and posting - - oh yay - - poets know ya know...................... Fay x
Brilliant words , Fay 🙂 I liked the read …
Ah - am so glad you liked the wording in this little scribble dear Rose.
Yes, the search for and joy of the authentic and original, combined with the need to communicate one's own perception and touch the heart of a reader.
I think you have woven much into this subject and i'm pleased you found a little nudge from me to repeat this wonderful piece.
Your comment is festooned with wonderfully poetic observations my friend and sincere thank yous for seeing the woven tribute I tried to convey to poets who search for right words.
It's a nuisance if we're inspired, and our pen runs out of ink! lol.
Very true Orchi - may your own pen never run out of that special ink you rely on to verse your inspiring faith
Very truthful poem we all feel the need to stain the page with words that beat within our hearts minds and veins, may it always be so.
Lov that your comment is bursting with metaphor my friend - - may your efforts to stain pages with words never end. Thanks galore for stopping by and having a read of Poets Know.
Very beautiful and profound
Very well said miss Fay
Loved the closing lines
Thankful appreciation to you for your read and support of Poets Know - and double thanks for drawing attention to the final lines - so pleased you enjoyed them.
Wow... thank you so much for sharing what we all try.. your opening lines were amazing! I'll quickly pop on to dusk now...
Good to know you like us all have to try to bring out every ounce of talent - thanks a load for stopping by for a read Dan - poets really do know ya know.
A wonderful write on our efforts to master the poet's craft. Nicely done Fay🙂
Loads of thank Coyote - - agreed it needs effort to write with our heart guiding the pen - - tis what poets do best my friend.
Almost abstract and yet with great meaning - super work Fay
Lovely words of truth. So much to learn yet. Thank you.
Wonderful words Fay, drowning in ink is what we all tend to do.
Andy
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