Fervour.
Whence cometh this sudden burst ?
Strong the feeling of need to unearth quill
and clutter blank canvas.
Why falleth such daze of commitment ?
This utter compel to verse comprehension
with ink and pen,
is't call of the Muse that so draws ?
Or perhaps a deep awe taketh poetic minds
to other than normal.
Wouldst mine own experience of versing
beyondness inspire new ideas ?
Wonder's strict urge to word the unwordable
is it so rare ?
To set down the force of emotional fire in neat
order proves the vocation of serious scribing.
A flow of lined fervour cometh alive and eateth
the will despite dirth of time.
Yet what behest dost survive felt pressure when
lettered addiction graspeth its hold ?
'Tis more than mere ring in the nose set
the ink-bitten soul to capture by mark Heaven's
intelligence or the pits of darkest hell.
If written expression be older than old
and every sure pen-stroke lead viewing hearts
to read on, all praise to the bard.
Long-licked bones maketh the shape of a poem.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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A fine write Fay.
Thank you Orchi.
The moving hand doth write ~ and having writ moves on ~ because the MUSE ~ MOVED !
Just occasionally ~ when I read back a poem ~ I HAVE WRITTEN ~ I am amazed and put it down to "The long~licked bones which actually maketh the sake of the poem !" Sometimes the elegance of the resultant ODE is confirmed by comment by equally elegant Poets ~ such as yourself ! Because of the way MPS is organised each of our Poems only gets a 24 hour window so anything in excess of 5 comments is a bonus ! The oft castigated FUSION POEM has a much longer shelf life ! Mine on DRINK ~ unsurprisingly has 20 poems (MAX + 5) and comments ! The opportunity to comment is one of the many Blessings of MPS and ~ thank GOD ~ our fellow commentators are on the whole very gracious ! I love the nostalgia and pensiveness in the painting of my Maternal Great~granny ~ Yours graciously BRIAN.
Ah - loved the wit and humour in this interesting comment dear Brian - - and pleased too that the painting brought back memories of a Great Grandmama - those times brought out such charm in both dress and smile
Yeay tho i didst first see etchings of my forebears which didst portray the beauty within, images carved in bloody awe, upon their cave dwelling walls. Twas empathy for their passionate expression, inner emotional turmoil. To spear the beauty and tear its flesh for sustenance. Something within cries out.
Great fun to read 'olde worlde' stuff.
Ha ha ha - thanks for this stunning and imaginative comment which gave me the giggles - - - so pleased the read rendered thy forebears so awesome........... ha ha Great stuff D.A.
Great work Fay.
Very good poem. I enjoyed reading it. Made me think!
A great read, Fay!
Enjoyed it very much!
Beautiful painting to accompany your great poem! Delightful dear Poetess!
Great, just great. no matter what subject your pen touched.
And that 'emotional fire' in you keeps on burning very brightly!
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