Poem -
When Poets Write
When chance illusions visit me,
I'm never where I want to be.
One day here the following there,
In reality should be elsewhere.
I'm that blood that becomes ink,
Soulful words to make one think.
Many worlds apart but oh so near,
Clarity's crystal nay pure or clear.
An imagination without restraint,
Without the whisper of complaint.
Guide your pen to a new height,
Colourful imagery black on white.
A mere mirage you think of me,
Or dormant memory all can see.
I choose to hide in plain sight,
Reveal myself when poets write.
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Comments
Hi Shaun, I really enjoyed this piece. A well written well rounded poem. A nice mix of imagery and rhyme.
- SydÂ
Thanks for stopping by here Syd and your kind words.
Apologies for this late reply for life gets in the way and thoughts stray.
Shaun :)
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Enjoyed your poem. Yes, strange how An imagination without restraint,
Without the whisper of complaint.
Guide your pen to a new height,
Colourful imagery black on white.
Yes, never know when an idea will pop in our heads and have to get it out of our system. Well done
Thank you for visiting and your astute comments,for you are right with your train of thought regarding an idea.
Deal with it the best one can in the written word.Â
This is a shameful late reply for in life things change but the light now shines.
Shaun x
Nice work Shaun...you have summed up the...poet...here....hugs x
Marion it has only taken me a mere four years for me to reply to you here.
Not bad eh? I'm getting better.
But thank you for for your summing up quote and we're destined to be a mixed bag funny old lot :)
Hugs back at you my dear friend.
Shaun x
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love positive!......................................................................Jim
Jim, thank you so much and yes I'm again a tad late in replying
back here.
Life throws a curve sometimes but all good now.
Hope all is well with you and family and I hope this message finds you and finds you well my friend.
Shaun
wonderful poemÂ
Thank you for stopping by here and for commenting Greg.
And yes apologies in replying back to you so, so late.
Life and its problems we have to endure.
But all good now, in fact better than ever and thank you again my supportive friend.
Shaun :)
Wow Shaun, firstly sorry I am late to the party. But wow what a poem! I adore this so very much. I tried to pick a favourite section but couldn't. You have written a gem of a write here. I felt the spiritual journey of a poet in your beautiful imagery. How the subject can just form from the depths of imagination. Suddenly there is something stunning on paper. Just like this wonderful write. Absolutely pinning!Â
Fabulous my talented friend xÂ
Poetic friends are never apart, maybe in distance but never in heart.
Gwen I hope you are well and you are truly missed on here.
 Shaun x
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Gwen, you are never too late to any party and I'm the late reply master on here hopefully the only real contender for some glitzy golden award or my head on a silver platter at the request of deeply disgruntled members who think I'm shunning them!!!Â
Anyway moving on, I'm glad you enjoyed reading this for I was lucky and typed in the first line and the rest followed smoothly enough and it just snowballed and made a few slight changes after completion, you know when writing and it just flows when in that sought after and fabled poetry zone we all seek and want to stay in, but sadly never do.
Back tomorrow night to read you and catch up and thanks again my poetic friend and always remain poetry enriched and blessed.â¤ď¸