Having
a poet’s heart is both
Blessing
and curse
Seeing
life so acutely
Its
aching, beautiful pain
Small
periwinkle flowers call from
Fields
of tall, whispering grass
Everything
a maddening distraction
From
some other experience missed
Each
tune noted gracefully
Song
of triumph, funeral dirge
Mind
stretching to encompass
Thoughts
churlish or sublime
Each
taste and smell
Is
a trip metaphysical
The
world so overwhelming
It
drives to rage and despair
Knowing
it can’t be captured
Feeling
what cannot be shared
Push
and pull
Point
and wave
Wink
and nudge
Sing
a lovely melody
Or
just scream
But
don’t miss a thing
this is just wonderful your words are beautiful, you capture all that one can go through when writing n musing for the poem and the perfect words to express what one feels sees.. ;)) thankQ fer sharing with me beez ;)
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DeleteI adore that 4th couplet. So true.
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