Go to Martas poems
- Add a comment
- Go to Can't set it free...
Here's To Beauty
A triumph once again, Sweet Friend! Beauty expressed, and, I must say, addictive. This one reminds me of a work by on eof my very favorite poets, William Moody. "A poem is here inside of me,fluttering like a bird,Struggling to uncage itself,wild, and never heard.A song unsung,nor understood,And least of all by me,Of unseen mountain torrents,Of lonely waves at sea,The beat of wings where sea dunes are,The sea gulls' strident cry,The stinging of the ocean wind,that makes the salt spume fly. Come out,come out, and take the air, Your birth is more than I can bear!"
posted by
ForeverPoet
on November 25, 2013 at 7:53 AM
| link to this | reply
very nice and I dont recall one like this before
posted by
Lanetay
on November 25, 2013 at 7:06 AM
| link to this | reply
Poetry is like music, the more I read it the more I like it.
posted by
UtahJay
on November 24, 2013 at 10:51 PM
| link to this | reply
Sinome
I can understand the difficulty in writing about one's regrets! I have never believed those that tell us 'Regrets I have none' as in that song - I think they're lying to us and to themselves...
posted by
Nautikos
on November 24, 2013 at 9:32 PM
| link to this | reply
The beginning and the end i thought I know this poem.....so yes you have written something like and obviously something inside you needs to be written ...but then as it is is beautiful dearest friend.
posted by
Kabu
on November 24, 2013 at 6:58 PM
| link to this | reply
So tough it can be to let go...
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on November 24, 2013 at 4:49 PM
| link to this | reply
Perhaps you be kinder to yourself Simone. We all wish we had done things at a time.
I was thinking of my Mother this morning, sitting vacantly in a chair and
health visitor said .'why not give her a bowl of water and some spoons to wash.
I suppose it would have been a good idea, but I was under stress and I said
she will spill it and make a mess. I suppose one has to be logical, she would not take
pills and those available were no use, but little things bite at times whatever one does.
posted by
C_C_T
on November 24, 2013 at 11:07 AM
| link to this | reply