The perfect poem is in each of us but has never been put on paper
It lingers in the heart and mind but in tongue or hand becomes vapor
Broken lines and dots are no mirror of reflection for passion's glow
Something is lost in scratching thoughts onto white paper in an ink flow
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Ohh, we knows only you and I are perfect! heehee. I read a bit - If you happen to find the 'perfect' church', don't join it - you'll spoil it!' lol.
And now that perfect poem....... it might be a 'silent' one' heehee. No words in it.
Thanks Orchi but shhhh! you'll spoil your secret by saying it out loud. As for the perfect church it would be one that charges no money and where no one speaks of reads only sings songs of nature sounds. Appreciate the read and comment old man.
Yes, the perfect poem came at four this morning, and I should have written it down, but decided I would remember it.
Now, like the Titanic it has gone in stages.
And the band played on. I often will get a thought just as I lay down or upon awakening and have to write it immediately. Thank you so much Paul for the read and comment it is most important to me and most appreciated
Your poem revolves around the notion that true perfection exists within individuals but remains unexpressed in written form. The poet suggests that the essence of creativity and passion cannot be fully captured through words on paper.
Thank you Friendship and true it is the language and gramar do not allow one to covey emotions adequately to be perfect only approximate. Appreciate your review and comment
Wow! You never cease to amaze me with how well your words flow and connect. You opened up a window to see into each one of us and spilled the secrets! You also captured how it’s much easier to write poetry down instead of speaking it, how true it is that when we try the words disappear. Another amazing read, and a great way to start off my morning!
Right?!? I couldn't say it better myself!
Soren, this feels quietly true. It names that ache every writer knows, the gap between what burns inside and what survives the page. It lands with calm honesty. Well done, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️
Thank you Tristan for the read and comment your words always lift the day
You are welcome...and thank you! ☺️
So true. It's really hard to get a Feeling or Emotion into the Correct Words .
That's why the Great Poets are so good.
A fine Poem.
Thank you so much Kevin for the read and understanding words they are most appreciated
Very true Soren, hopefully one day that perfect poem will come out of us.
Andy
Thanks so much Andy I believe it does at times in actions but not in words. I appreciate the read and comment my friend
I have several not fully finished because perfection falls short of my feelings.
Thank you so much William when I first started writing poems years ago I looked up to so many poets and wished that I would some day right just one poem as good. Since I have come to realize that everyone has that poem inside them but just lack the means of putting it on paper for others.
true - sometimes in my dreams i write some good ones [lol] but on waking up churn the same [maybe] mediocre stuff...
"...but has never been put on paper..."
"The poet, without being any less of a philosopher, is a maker whose thought is poetry. ..." ROBERT GITTINGS : "SELECTED POEMS AND LETTERS OF JOHN KEATS.” OXFORD : HEINEMANN EDUCATIONAL BOOKS LTD., 1966. Full acknowledgements are made. Thus, the very thought of the poet is poetry. Not all thoughts get recorded on paper or computer.
Thank you for that Soman your reference is most appreciated and your review and thoughts are most cherished
unwritten masterpiece that lives inside us is always larger than the page.
Thank you so much Aman for your review and comment it is appreciated
A metapoetic poem with the thesis that it is impossible to record a perfect poem in the human heart and mind. Does this mean that language is imperfect and that emotions are unattainable?
Thank you Durdica You are right in saying that the poetic perfection of emotion is not capable of being put into language it Transends and languate only approximates
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