there was a pool of words
a pool of poetry
words which came to him
he remembered.
he would choose the words
and thoughfully string them
together into poetry
but then came an illness
there was a memory
of the pool
there was a longing to find words
but nothing came to him
for long months he wished
to be beside the pool
word fishing
he felt its tingle
today he sits with toes
dangling into the pool
watching the words play
'one day' they say, 'one day'
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dusk arising (
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- Comment from author about the poem: trying to describe how it feels when illness blocks off the inspirational flow of words
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A wonderful reflection. It is in water that we seek wisdom, its form magical, still but always moving. It is soft and yielding but wears away the hardest substances. The best way to live
is to be like water
For water benefits all things
and goes against none of them
It provides for all people
and even cleanses those places
a man is loath to go
In this way it is just like the Tao (Lao Tzu, 2001, p.21) Great write.
Ah - your honest appraisal of what illness can steal from those loving word-play dear Dusk and your work and supportive comments have been sorely missed --- good to see you posting again albeit to explain the challenges of ill health - - - I admire the metaphor you use in this ode where like a pool words can be caught and strung by poets - and you truly belong to that gifted group where linguistic expression flows freely my friend. - -- - Keep dangling those toes into the word-stream and am sending some big Cornish hugs breezing your way to help. X X X
i'd love to join in more but the inspriration hasnt been there. thanks from the heart for your kind words
hope the water will bring me back to where i was before or someplace similar
Perfect analogy expressed here. One day, just the right lure may coax the words to the surface of the pool, and the catch will be well worth the wait.
Good to see you back d a, I do hope that inspiration comes to you soon.
Andy
The progression of forgetting is taking a heavy toll, so it’s wonderful to read these poetic verses
this is one of those poems that made me wince with both respect and admiration .. not only by its content and structure .. but because I have no doubt at all it was inspired and subsequently crafted by someone who knows what he's talking about ...... much respect DA ........ Neville
I\'m just a novice trying to thread a few words through a mist drug repressing ego. But tears and fears here (whever I am) are still as real as ever they ever were.
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