What it All Boils Down To

What it All Boils Down To

 

Poetry has become

it seems

but one of our new

many sins ..

Each tiny paper note

pinned fresh

to some elsewise

virgin page ..

Each single letter

unique

in its own write,

becomes alive ..

Depicting

as it does, exquisite

yet still

inexcusable guilt

and yes, sublimely ..

Now etched

upon the minds of those

free wretches

and shackled kings divinely ..

 

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

The wily muse seems to be up to the usual trickery of bending words and phrases and bleeding them out in ink on the page. Who knows what will become of us, infected with the writing bug and not much hope of a cure. I enjoyed the write. Thank you for sharing your words.

[Neville]

How kind you are sir .. Many HUGE thanks to you from both me n my pen ................... Neville :)

[Fabian G. Franklin]

My pleasure entirely, my friend.

[JE Falcon]

A very interesting viewpoint, methinks that we must dwell on this for a while. --- Liking what I've digested, so far. :)

[Neville]

thank you ever so kindly JE Falcon I do so appreciate your visit & of course your comment .. I realise that some things need to be chewed over a fair old bit before they can be easily swallowed .. All the very best of all good things to ya ..

Neville :)

[JE Falcon]

OK, I'm finished digesting. And like a Thanksgiving meal it filled me, pleasantly. I especially like the last, much like the Pumpkin Pie that ends the meal, whipping included.
"etched
upon the minds of those
free wretches
and shackled kings divinely .." WOW!

[Neville]

bloomin heck....... cheers JE ......... N :)

[emmajoy]

' Each single letter - unique - in its own write, - becomes alive .. '

Spare and slower time allows stronger continuity.. mayhaps. Those extra words a busy life often used to negate or dilute.. can now let a true poet or being desirous of shaping letters to relax, tempt or excite thoughts into all kinds of magic, Perhaps? Is a good excuse anyway, to sit thinking, rising a brow or winking at self.. now and again. Your final four lines say it best and better!

[Neville]

I imagine if words could smile, these words would be smiling write now .. but just in case they can't, and they are just words after all, then I feel obliged to thank you on their behalf ... Neville

[emmajoy]

Smiles are a mile long and extra, Neville! -