Librarys, sunlight, colors, books. I happen to be in the library now. But these came to the top of my head when I saw your words.
I sit in the library
Watching the sunlight
Play on the colors
Of the covers of the books
I am among lifelong friends.
I used to have that book.
It was helpful.
Elemental, that is wonderful! Thank you so much for sharing it. I identify; they are my old friends, too.
And that is the reason Birdy does chants so well for us. :)
So yeah...uh... *scratches head*
Night, Spirit, Traveler, Body
so ... we get ...
In the silver ripples of night, gaunt,
the maunderings of a spirit,
extracurriular of body,
I love this! Poetry sketching is pretty fun. It makes me feel so much less lame when I just cannot seem to write.
Requiem, that actually gave me a little cold shiver :)
Stone, Petal, Future, Past
In the past, flowers,
stone petals falling slowly,
released future fruits.
... Not as successful as the other one, I think.
I agree, but only because of the third line. vv1-2 set up a bit of a mournful tone/slow rhythm, and do it well. The third line is really nice, but if you look at a revision, you may want to play with "release", even if only the tense. I think it changes the pace a little abruptly. I can see your idea :)
I've been candid about my search to rediscover a voice in writing. Never before have I struggled so much for inspiration, will, and word.
I believe this struggle is probably necessary. It is some herald that I must change in some way. Something old must die so that something new may emerge. I have been careful to nourish my soul and to free myself to live, mess up, and take chances.
I expect good things, because it is wise to do so. I am betting on myself.
Nick Mount says the lyric poem arises from the writer as a means to cope with unfulfilled longing.
Perhaps what this heralds is really that you are (dare I suggest), at last truely content?
Happier than at any other point in my life.
The inspiration you give others leads me to think I'd also bet on you. x
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