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the life of poetry
poetry dies one word at a time
while your muse is quietly singing
& you ignore her song
shut it up, bottle it tight
because it's foreign music
notes you don't recognize
until you find yourself slightly swaying
to it's hypnotic beat
with a knowing of the words
as they come alive on the page
a brand new creature
is born into the world
though you can't mother it
from birth it has a life of its own
touching peoples minds
& entering their souls
becoming a part of who they are
this is when poetry's magic happens
when for an instant
someone is captivated
a recogntion of a thought or feeling
it germinates in another poets being
& is given birth to again
then brand new feelings are stirred
as we move one another
a poem at a time
Copyright © 2017 Crimsin. All Rights Reserved
Published 4th Oct 2017
| Edited 5th Oct 2017
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Anonymous
4th Oct 2017 8:13pm
Oh, beautiful one, this is exquisite! Sometimes the muse speaks before we understand. So wise, these words. So much love for you, my friend
4th Oct 2017 9:06pm
thank you lovely one yes she leads where she will it is up to us to be brave enough to follow whether it be darkness or light.. I deeply cherish your thoughts & visits.. love you lady.. Crim
4th Oct 2017 8:38pm
I love the idea of giving birth to poetry then allowing it to leave the nest. It can have a life of it's own, shaped by those who read it. This is marvelous write Lady Crim!
4th Oct 2017 9:07pm
thank you dearest Sir Crow I love the idea too & have witnessed it many times we are definately moved by one another.. love your visits my friend.. love Crim
Anonymous
5th Oct 2017 00:02am
My Beautiful Brenda, I don't believe there has ever been one poem you've written thats "hasn't" moved me...you are the definition of magick for so many reasons, some of which I fear you don't even know of...the muse always knows and we must learn to always listen...I'm so glad that you do...you birth emotions and recognition within me every single time...
I love you madly, deeply my love
yours always & forever
xoxoxox Taryn
I love you madly, deeply my love
yours always & forever
xoxoxox Taryn
5th Oct 2017 00:32am
thank you my love from my heart you evoke deep passion & emotions as well your poems are alive inside me & inspire me daily.. I love you passionately.. love Brenda
5th Oct 2017 00:35am
This speaks to me on one of the my favorite plains. Indeed our poems are our children, sent out into the world to either fly or flounder on their own merit. But, even those that fall and die may at times spark another that soars high and long.
This one has soared my fine poetess and is destined to continue so.
Well done and much enjoyed.
This one has soared my fine poetess and is destined to continue so.
Well done and much enjoyed.
5th Oct 2017 00:38am
thank you lovely poetess most graciously yes they are born from our souls, emotions & minds hopefully moving someone else.. I am beaming from your comment :) love Crim
5th Oct 2017 00:58am
Anonymous
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5th Oct 2017 1:29am
So beautiful are your words
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Anonymous
14th Oct 2017 5:18am
Brenda.. your descriptions grab me.. and pull me closer.. and tell me write it.. just fucking deliver, be true to yourself.. truly beautiful my sister.. love you always..
Dave
Dave
17th Oct 2017 8:22pm
thank you Dave that's all we can do when our muse comes knocking no matter the direction she leads just let it out or it will die inside.. love you my brother.. Brenda
