The quiet is overbearing
In a world standing still
Reduced to a room, a table
A paper and my quill
Thoughts are born and die
In the silence of this room
Where words are gently woven
Into poems on my lyric loom
Delving into my imagination
My mind is opened wide
Erasing all limitations
Inspiring paths untried
To be quiet and alone
Is what I need to indite
Enabling me to compose
With vigor and delight
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Author:
Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments9
Reflective....well done ...!!
Thank you MR. This is what you get when you sit all by yourself in a quiet room! 🙂
Yes totally agree with you.
your wings are spreading, Fred, this work has plenty of room for thought so thank you for sharing your table.
Thank you Kevin! May we all spread our wings from now into eternity!
that sounds like a good idea.
Fred,
Limitations erased...
untried paths inspired...
You did compose with
vigor and delight my
friend! Very ingenious
of you! A great write
and fun to read!
~Laura~
Thank you so much, Laura, for this very kind and appreciated comment!
You’re very welcome, Fred!
I do enjoy your writings very
much!
That quietened room is such a special place to be where you can be one with yourself and the words waiting to flow onto the page. Good write Fred.
Thanks so much Goldie! The world interferes so much that I think we really do need that quiet room. At least once in a while.
I have my studio where I can relax and just be myself (whatever that means) without distractions. Having said that many of my works are jotted down as ideas in front of the TV and only assembled and polished later when I do need to be alone. This has a great ring to it Fred.
Thanks Michael, I think many of us write best when alone and in a quiet environment. I get ideas all the time. Usually I record it on my phone, either by voice or in writing. Then I look or listen to it later to see if there is any merit to it. Many times these notes are not so good upon further examination. But sometimes they really are the spark to something good.
Yes, good write and true Fred. That bird's not spreading its wings, from where the quills were nicked! It got no feathers now. lol.
Thanks orchie,
That bird is doing well, I only took one feather. You however have been plucked by KP! Btw, I saw a picture of her online in a Swiss Newspaper. Apparently she overdid some self-browning thing and looked like a roasted chicken!
I told her not to go to that artificial sun-tanning place - she never listens to me! lol.
You've given us the quiet room perfectly!
Thank you Lorna, it is amazing really, how little we need as poets.
This is a awesome poem Fred. It flows very smoothly and actually dances on my computer screen. Job well done Sir.
Wow, thanks AP! Never had a poem dance on a screen before!
This one did. ; )
Fred this is a beautiful and relate-able write for all us poets, I love it! 🙂
Thank you skye! Writing is a lonely business.
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