New poem
When I was too-young didn't know I was in love with you.
That would come later, and too late to do anything about.
I might complain that my poems never had enough
nouns.
I really did try with poems, not making them all about
The girl who first made me notice girls to begin with.
The vowels came even harder than the nouns would.
When I wrote something I liked I'd congratulate myself.
There were little brake throughs. 'Stars' was one of them,
Only, nobody knew what it was about. I drank in bars.
Read from poets now would be too obscure to mention.
I just wrote for the love of writing. One day, with a bit more
Experience I would find my sea legs. The poems began
to flow.
An image was no longer a mystery to me. Vowels came
Home to roost. My love for you had faded, yes,
But I'd explain away as best I could with the memory of
You in my heart. You were rich a muse as ever there was.
Now I move on to discover what else there is to write
about, other than loving you.
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Comments
I like the way this work talks mostly to the narrator himself. Reflective honest. Written in a style I love but mostly fail to achieve. Have you read any works of Raymond Carver R? He is my new love. x
Shall Google
Dare I suggest... Mother, When the dog died, Fear, Driving whilst drunk... too many really. Let me know what you think
Relating to the shortness of the poems, (mine have always been too short) not abstract at all, suggestive, which I like, so that behind the colonial tone there's a subtly. I wouldn't want it to be all so blunt. And a menacing thing in the background of the themes, the obligatory reflection that behind every good day in life is the horror of our realities.
You nailed it... 'a menacing thing in the background of the themes'
so THATS what I love about his writes though I couldnt have put that into words myself. Thanks R.
PS... personally i don't think a write can be too long or too short. Its finished when it feels finished. Dont beat yourself up
And also on your reply to Shirley... nobody can write too personal because only the writer themselves knows if its true... embellished or just a write from the imagination... be fearless x
The poem gift you have always had my friend, it takes a certain amount of difficult moments moments of madness moments of pure love and of pure hate to reflect on such, scenery you may find ghastly from a trains view or from the top of the Eiffel tower, and it takes a truly special poet to write with his heart on the page, and you my friend do it all. 🌹
It's a bit personal, isn't it?
It's brilliant and relatable to anyone on earth who has felt love. 🌹 It's your modest magic that I love the most. Never become an ego poet ever, stay focused stay with your feet on the ground and your head in the clouds dear Rory, it's the only way to truly be a poet. 💜
Modest magics. I think I like that, Shirley
Notice how I don't believe how many people Cosmo says read your stuff?
Who cares they are just a number, it's what is left in personal thoughts that is important, quality verses quantity, I'd rather have 2/3 great reviews than a 1000 hits.
Don't I sound stupid?
Not at all, poetry is more often than not a self indulgence of ones own thoughts or reflection, however when you find others who understand and relate it becomes art.
I think of Marion and you as the two who give life to my poems
Your poems have a life of their own R...
we just connect with that life. Don't overthink your work.
You write good and also with an unique style all your own. Hugs