Tuesday, December 27, 2005
THE BIRTH OF A POEM
THE BIRTH OF A POEM......
Desperation and loneliness haunt me tonight,
when I sit down with book and pen to write,
this poem.This poem from somewhere it comes,
and in my heart, a tune it hums;
An empty tune of infinite grief,
yet much as I can, I ll try to be brief.
But a tune is not to be written but heard,
So for this tune of sorrow, I find not a word.
My mind drifts from persons to places to things,
but my heart this tune it sings and sings.
Trapped thus between Heart and Mind it aches,
and at last it gets out and a shape it takes.
And thus when this formless, bodiless tune,
becomes this poem, my sorrow melts soon.
That reasonless sorrow that inspired me to write,
a tune of sorrow, in words tonight.
For reasons unknown, the sorrow is gone;
And in these timeless moments, a Poem is born. ¶ 3:31 AM
Desperation and loneliness haunt me tonight,
when I sit down with book and pen to write,
this poem.This poem from somewhere it comes,
and in my heart, a tune it hums;
An empty tune of infinite grief,
yet much as I can, I ll try to be brief.
But a tune is not to be written but heard,
So for this tune of sorrow, I find not a word.
My mind drifts from persons to places to things,
but my heart this tune it sings and sings.
Trapped thus between Heart and Mind it aches,
and at last it gets out and a shape it takes.
And thus when this formless, bodiless tune,
becomes this poem, my sorrow melts soon.
That reasonless sorrow that inspired me to write,
a tune of sorrow, in words tonight.
For reasons unknown, the sorrow is gone;
And in these timeless moments, a Poem is born. ¶ 3:31 AM
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Man this one amazing stuff that you have written, Am not as good as you but I sure do have some stuff to share; I just srated my own; it's at 'www.deepvast.blogspot.com'.
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