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.
- Syd
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
Nice work Shaun...you have summed up the...poet...here....hugs x
love positive!......................................................................Jim
wonderful poem
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!
Fabulous my talented friend x
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!!!
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.❤️