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| (Original Message) | Sent: 11/7/2007 9:43 PM |
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Sorry, I forgot the notepad step and had code again. And, I also said in the post I deleted that I write freestyle, which many people do not like and do not consider poetry. And, I never title any of my work except with the date on which it was written. I've only had a couple of things published, so I'm an amateur. |
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Lovely poem, Pache..... I, too, have been writing poetry for several decades. Sometimes freestyle...., sometimes not. Here's one of my favorites: Amid the Gone Before Cold crypts resemble temples, Houses for the dead. Headstones record a history Otherwise forgotten. The monuments of grief Stand silent sentinel. No changing of the guard With changing seasons. My favorite has an angel With marble wings raised high As if to offer shelter To the dead, long decomposed. I must confess I linger there More often than I should. I know not who lies buried Beneath those sightless eyes. It really doesn't matter And the angel doesn't care. Hopes and dreams, all desire and woe Laid to rest at journey's end. Mourners rarely linger Near the fresh turned earth for long, Instead preferring to return When grass and grief have covered That open, awful scar. No person I have ever met Lies buried in this place. I just search for quiet peace Amid the gone before.
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Pache, that poem is extraordinary! And it was written so recently. |
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Gryphon When grass and grief have covered That awful, open scar are marvelous lines. |
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Pache... Those who consider an open form less than poetry think too narrowly on the subject. There Is a discipline about form that I've grown to respect, and depending on the subject matter at times I rely on form to contain me. There is an intensity that propels the reader forward in this poem...an honesty that is almost painful. We feel it. Thank you for posting this...J |
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Gryphon...I understand where you're writing from. Once, wandering an old graveyard in Scotland, I had the idea to write a poem about the graveyard as if it were a library, containing story after story, the headstones merely brief 'tables of contents'...I think I abandoned the idea...never came to fruition as I wanted. But yours is lovely...J |
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Pache, I hope you have submitted this poem to be published somewhere. It ebbs and flows. That's poetry, whether it's metrical or not. |
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pache and gryph i love both of those. you guys write great. very vivid images and feelings. i admire those who write well. you should be proud of your talents |
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Thanks, folks, for all your comments. I haven't written anything in years until that one. My friends, only close ones with whom I dared to share my writing, have told me in the past that I only write when I'm miserable, that I never write when I'm happy. Maybe. There have been times when things have come to me while driving down the road and I'd nearly wreck getting to a safe place to park so I could write it down. And, I used to keep a notebook beside my bed so I could write stuff down by flashlight when I'd come up with something in the middle of the night. I'll look around and see if I can find some other stuff. |
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As for publishing, I haven't submitted anything in many years. Got tired of all the rejections. And, I entered quite a few contests, which a lot of people told me was a good way to break into getting published. I got tired of paying the entry fees and getting "honorable mention" (no prize money), and having my poems put in their books but getting nothing from them. I really only ever started writing for myself, anyway. I showed some of my poetry (in a notebook) to a creative writing teacher I had once, and on a night when I was sick and not in attendance, she read some of it to the class. I was livid at first, but it really got me over my shyness about sharing my writing. The class was very receptive and offered lots of comments. One guy asked me, "Are you really that sad?". I told him, no, but I would be if I couldn't get rid of stuff by writing it down. It would have probably have killed me back in the day, if I couldn't write about it. |
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These are beautiful poems ladies. You all should send your poems to Hallmark in Kansas City, Mo. I know at one time they were looking for poems and pros to put on their cards. What a talented group we have here. |
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Ladies, would you all like to have a board just for Poems like we have for NASCAR? I will be glad to start one if you all would like for me to. |
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How about a Creative Writing board, which could include poems and prose? |
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I think that's a great idea. I write a lot of essays, because they tend to fit into my time allottments better than anything else. I hope everyone is copyrighting their work. |
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