Shhh, Listen

Accidental Poet

 

I’m told I have the gift to write

And who am I to argue, maybe their right

 

To them, thankyou I must say

And also to angels within at work and play

 

To write, I must listen

Of words in my heart surely written

 

Sometimes I’ll finish prose started months ago

Or from start to finish, just an hour or so

 

But it’s my belief we all have this gift

Hidden in your heart, waiting on your viewpoint to shift

 

To express that which inspires you

The miracle of love and heartache too

 

As a young boy

I longed for not the usual toy

 

But for words to share

Like lyrical thoughts aloft in the air

 

So now I must write

No matter the hour, sometimes till very late at night

 

I’ll write it all down

Full of adjectives, verbs and nouns

 

It’s all there waiting on poetic birth

Your feelings and all their beautiful worth

 

The shy voice inside

Given faith, it will overcome the urge to hide

 

If you allow yourself to listen

To your heart of all you otherwise would be missin’

 

I beg of you to try

Express what’s in your heart and why

 

The writing bug will let you know if you’ve been bitten

Shhh, listen

 

Copyright © Accidental Poet 2006

  • Author: Sharon\'s Poet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 1st, 2017 03:06
  • Comment from author about the poem: I'll never understand why the spacing gets messed up when I hit the publish poem button. Just my strange observation.
  • Category: Reflection
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  • FredPeyer

    I have been listening, AP, but all I hear is the tinning in my ears!
    Love your poem!!!!

    • Accidental Poet

      Maybe fine tune your ears like a radio station to the broadcast from your heart Fred. I know you've done it from all the great writes you've penned.

    • orchidee

      I get the 'shy voice' at times. Maybe I 'don't like to say' (or sing!) in case I think it's showing-off.
      Yet, as books on the shelf unread, or jewellery (watches, cuff links, etc for men) we might never wear. They will just 'sit there' otherwise, and gather dust.
      A word in your shell-like? i.e. your ear!

      • Accidental Poet

        Just write down what your heart has to say orchi. I know your heart has much to say for your new wife.

      • kevin browne

        fine writing, fine rhythm fine wording equals a fine poem. love this one, FredPeyer.

        • Accidental Poet

          Thanks Kevin, but I'm not Fred. Though I'm sure he'll be here soon.

        • Christina8

          Great poem! I know I've been listening but I haven't been bitten by the writing bug today! lol But this is another fine poem, AP! Enjoyed it!

          • Accidental Poet

            Patience Christina, and listen to your heart. Trust me, it's there.

          • myself and me

            When I read this poem, the song "listen to your heart" came up to my mind. Nice writing.

            • Accidental Poet

              The Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers tune. Yes, love that song. And in much the same way, the inner voice in your heart or your muse can inspire you to put down in words what your heart has said. Thanks for reading m&m.

            • WL Schuett

              Nice to be driven , I understand the creative urge .... good poem AP

              • Accidental Poet

                Yes bill, it shows in your writes and paintings. Thanks for reading and your compliment.

              • w c

                You've inspired me to write! Thank you!

                • Accidental Poet

                  It's contagious WC. Thanks for reading.

                • MaddieJ

                  Great poem! It truly represents the poetic soul.

                  • Accidental Poet

                    Thank you virago, I appreciate your reading and compliment.

                  • Goldfinch60

                    Yes we all have words within us and to be able to put them down is a wonderful form of release. Good write AP.

                    • Accidental Poet

                      Goldie, I'm sure you feel as do I, those words will not stay inside. They always find a way out. Thanks for reading.



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