hello #dversepoets her is one of my older poems from 2017.
thought you may like.
Here we sit writers in the darkest hour,
Hiding from our devil procrastination,
The foreshadow our abode,
Imagination our food for life,
Hunting out our love of weird,
Once and forever the hunters of wonderful words,
Showing readers our very hearts and souls,
For the peanuts of affection from you dear reader,
Sitting in the darkness, always looking,
For the spark of the next story,
Giving it our paranoia mixed with our care,
But my pen has gone wandering,
Before I wrote of the galaxies, seen by this mind,
I wanted to tell you about.
(c)2017
The shadows sit with us, near the candle’s flickering, in the comfort of dusk.
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I like the metaphor of our imagination being a hunter of words, enjoyed! ❣️
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‘Showing readers our very hearts and souls,
For the peanuts of affection from you dear reader,’
– Isn’t it the truth? But if we don’t put ourselves into our poetry, it lacks authenticity and I don’t think anyone would want to read it!
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So true thank you
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I took to comparing a writer to a smithy in my poem,, but this is absolutely beautiful, I loved your poem, the metaphors you used…I think they’re apt!
P.S: You can check that poem out if you’re curious: https://theforgersoffantasy.art.blog/2022/01/19/a-forgers-workshop/ 🙂
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I shall check out your
poem some time over the weekend
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Very indicative of a writer’s mind. There must be a voice which speaks through us, but also our own voice. Well said.
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This is absolutely stellar writing! We must learn to heed to the muse when it speaks to us.. let the sparks fly!
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I have whole bowls of peanuts for you, my friend.
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Thank you
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