its a gift its a curse
its just some words
merged into a verse
as a pen traverses
a page and leaves
wisdom in its wake
i dunno what poetry is
but i hope that it's this
its a gift its a curse
its just some words
merged into a verse
as a pen traverses
a page and leaves
wisdom in its wake
i dunno what poetry is
but i hope that it's this
drop the last couplet and then you have a restless piece which conveys so much in few words.
Before sunlight can shine through a window, the blinds must be raised - American Proverb
Just reinstall the apostrophes where needed: it's.
A gift, or a curse,
poem is
a pen traversing a page
leaving wisdom in its wake
best of all, Bar
Your poetry always possesses such RHTHYM, an underlying musical beat...
I suspect you're a musician as well as a poet?
I love the elegant simplicity in this, there's an innocent naivety, but one that's bound up in wisdom, which gives it an almost Eastern, philosophical flavor. I'm unsure of the closing couplet. I like what it says on one hand, but it's almost too self-reflective to fit in this context. On the other hand, I like how it underscores what came before with an unsureness, like a child making a bold statement but then realizing he/she might be wrong and looking to alleviate that with a more modest statement. It's your call; I could go either way.
"As far as we can discern, the sole purpose of human existence is to kindle a light of meaning in the darkness of mere being." --Carl Gustav Jung
"To absent friends, lost loves, old gods, and the season of mists; and may each and every one of us always give the devil his due." --Neil Gaiman; The Sandman Vol. 4: Season of Mists
"I'm on my way, from misery to happiness today. Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh" --The Proclaimers
I like it. Sounds like some free stylin'
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