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Power cables are the lines on the page of my morning sky,
A blank book for my story, not a page to ruin,
I erase what I don't need, cross out my mistakes,
I make bold what I want and Underline what I believe in.
A bird, like a bug crawls across my scrawl
And takes my focus... And takes my focus.
I plow on regardless, keeping my pace,
Yet the loss of my thoughts echos in chorus.
I march up the pavement, listing what I know,
My finger tracing the words I wrote in the sky.
I'm aware of the city and bustling around me,
Though my lips part with no sound as people pass by.
I try to make sense of the scribbles in my mind;
Navigating doodles & seeking the semantics in the script,
I stumbles & fall over my feet; under their eyes.
I strike my sentence & ignore that I'd tripped.
The air, now thick & mottled with gray and white
Causes creases in the page with the contours of a cloud.
My paper filled with rushed cursive & dots of ink,
Smudged thoughts & etched in words I can't say aloud.
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22nd Dec 2017 12:44pm
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5th Jan 2018 9:34pm
Thank you, I can't believe I was so apprehensive to share on here, what a lovely community.
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22nd Dec 2017 12:59pm
Fantastic write Rosemary_M
you capture us right out of the gates with the 1st line
"Power cables are the lines on the page of my morning sky"
the second stanza a diligence and persistence come across with the
focus being taken then,I plow on regardless, keeping my pace
i really like the 3rd stanza
"My finger tracing the words I wrote in the sky"- i imagine writing words with sparklers in the night or pushing the clouds around with fingers to form words from a bus seat through the window.
i Love the feeling and idea of a bustling city , almost too busy to notice me watching it's every move
"Though my lips part with no sound as people pass by."- wanting to speak your mind, making the move by a freeze comes over your body, breaking us for just a moment.
"I try to make sense of the scribbles in my mind;" - it's the greatest thing i've finally chosen to just give in and flow with the river ...even if it drown's me.
"I stumbles & fall over my feet; under their eyes" - we're always being watched, falling and picking ourselves is one of the best parts.
"I strike my sentence & ignore that I'd tripped. " - i like the following and sounding action that followed
"The air, now thick & mottled with gray and white"- reminds me of smog hanging, or fog floating on a harbor.i enjoy you used "mottled".
"Causes creases in the page with the contours of a cloud"- as if the page and the sky become one wrapping as a blanket for the gods.
"My paper filled with rushed cursive & dots of ink"-cursive wins me over every time, the loops,the curves careening ...it's perfect.
"Smudged thoughts & etched in words I can't say aloud"-scared they know what we think, what we really feel or possibly still frozen in time ticking like the mad hatter,we're all late at one time or another.
splendid writing
it has good structure
vocabulary
style
and imagery
well penned
keep'em coming.
you capture us right out of the gates with the 1st line
"Power cables are the lines on the page of my morning sky"
the second stanza a diligence and persistence come across with the
focus being taken then,I plow on regardless, keeping my pace
i really like the 3rd stanza
"My finger tracing the words I wrote in the sky"- i imagine writing words with sparklers in the night or pushing the clouds around with fingers to form words from a bus seat through the window.
i Love the feeling and idea of a bustling city , almost too busy to notice me watching it's every move
"Though my lips part with no sound as people pass by."- wanting to speak your mind, making the move by a freeze comes over your body, breaking us for just a moment.
"I try to make sense of the scribbles in my mind;" - it's the greatest thing i've finally chosen to just give in and flow with the river ...even if it drown's me.
"I stumbles & fall over my feet; under their eyes" - we're always being watched, falling and picking ourselves is one of the best parts.
"I strike my sentence & ignore that I'd tripped. " - i like the following and sounding action that followed
"The air, now thick & mottled with gray and white"- reminds me of smog hanging, or fog floating on a harbor.i enjoy you used "mottled".
"Causes creases in the page with the contours of a cloud"- as if the page and the sky become one wrapping as a blanket for the gods.
"My paper filled with rushed cursive & dots of ink"-cursive wins me over every time, the loops,the curves careening ...it's perfect.
"Smudged thoughts & etched in words I can't say aloud"-scared they know what we think, what we really feel or possibly still frozen in time ticking like the mad hatter,we're all late at one time or another.
splendid writing
it has good structure
vocabulary
style
and imagery
well penned
keep'em coming.
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Anonymous
4th Jan 2018 9:17pm
great first piece. You captured the writer's feelings magnificently as they struggle to get their art just so:) And the opening line is genius metaphor...I don't say that often..
Cosmic_Enigma
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4th Jan 2018 11:55pm
I hope there's more,
although, if there's not,
this is quite sufficient ..
an excellent poem
although, if there's not,
this is quite sufficient ..
an excellent poem
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Thank you so much, I think I may have to wait until after exam season before I post another.
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5th Jan 2018 11:16pm
Rhythmic style and narrative coupled with your story telling nous make for a compelling read .x
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6th Jan 2018 8:05am
Hello and welcome! Great use of metaphors to convey vivid emotions and mood! My critique, and this is only my opinion, would be to say to you what someone told me when I began writing poetry, "poetry is saying what you have to say in the only way that it can be said," and, "forget trying to adhere to others standards and critiques as well - write only to please yourself however raw or refined you chose it to be."
Peace & Love
Peace & Love
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6th Jan 2018 8:40am
Fantastic first piece, I love the way it flows with the rhythm. Really well written!
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