Sunday, September 9, 2012

The poet

Don’t call it loneliness
name it poem;
those dense dark moments
spiralling out of her pen,
words intense like sin ...
 
Don’t call her weird
call her a poet;
she who has etched
a blue butterfly on her arm
and
she who writes
in the middle of the night
dipping her pen
into that pulpy sorrow
which she collects gently
from her belly.
 

20 comments:

uneven steven said...

words intense like sin is a very nice phrase. capture the essence of putting emotion onto the page well. :-)

J Cosmo Newbery said...

Yes, it is all perspective. Nicely captured.

anjum artwriter said...

Dear Friend First of all Thank you for your time and visit.Your poetic expressions deeply touched my soul , they reveal the 'intensity of emotions and interpretation of true feelings, like I say that 'poetry comes naturally...you said it profoundly and so beautifully-a great pleasure to read...thank you for sharing and so glad to know you....

Jinksy said...

You have caught the essence of a poet with your words - love the blue butterfly. :)

Panchali said...

A fine write up! And I call it mind mapping!...Loved this!

The Unknowngnome said...

Poet, your poem and self are intense.

Call me weird but I like the dark gut feeling collected in this dipping and spiraling pen of lonely middle night, this poet etched butterfly of blue sorrow.

Certainly this is one of your best Celestial Dreamz.

Besos Moon.

Brian Miller said...

smiles....ha we can be rather interesting lots...poets....we see the world a bit different and our captures just as well...smiles...

good to see you...smiles.

ayala said...

Intense and beautiful ! xo

Mary said...

Well stated. It often is those dark moments that produce good poetry. And for sure, it is not unusual for a poet to write in the middle of the night when that sorrow arrives that has to be birthed in a poem!

Danny Earl Simmons said...

I found the first two lines and the last two lines especially memorable.

Serena said...

I loved this! I feel like it could be my mantra. I've never been to your site before and I really liked your welcoming comment or whatever it's called. Very inspiring and evocative.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

SO beautiful and poignant, Moon. Yes, call her poet, for that is who she is.

Martin said...

This is great. I think the most important thing in writing is that our hearts wield the pen : )

Dulcina said...

Welcome back, dear Moon, with this intense poem so beautifully written.
I call you "poet".
:)

Rose said...

Moon this is exquisite! well chosen words and phrases turn this into another masterpiece. pulpy sorrow - amazing dear lady:D

Ygraine said...

You have captured the essence of the Poetess so eloquently here...how her 'dense dark moments' spiral out of her pen:
how the middle of the night so often brings inspiration.
A fantastic write.
I love it :)

Brian Miller said...

woot...look who is at OLN...smiles.

ayala said...

Love it ! Love to revisit your words , just beautiful !

Jack said...

C D,

It is know fact that renowned poets had mostly been called eccentric in their time.

Take care

ashok said...

Intense...well written!