The words, extremely numerous,
so easily caught,
are strewn upon the pages,
yet cannot sense the thought.
The poet rearranges,
the battle fiercely fought,
without aid from Calliope,
this time, perhaps, for naught.
V
c 2005 Deabler, V.T.
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this is beautiful. judi
AHA! It seems you need the assistance of a SYSTEM! How melodic it would appear if creator and creation would only organize as one living soul! Go forward master poet! Go forward! UNITE!
Art helps us to arrange the confusion of life into "snapshots" we can take in, comprehend. Is Calliope your muse?
Hi Theresa. Calliope was the Greek Muse of Epic Poetry.
V
I like how the word "battle" resonates - and the connotation of the struggle for the writer. I keep thinking it's easy...for everybody else. Thanks for writing and sharing the poem! Beth
A wonderful description of the confusion and order that is poetry.
Thanks for the Ram Dass comment in my journal - he means a great deal to me and it is my dream to be able to afford to attend one of his weeklong seminars before it is too late.
Vicky
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sadly writing poetry has always been a battle for me. You do a wonderful job. :-)
Monica
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:::applause:::::
Candace
Ah ha! I like this one. :-)
Very nice reflection on the vagaries of creativity.
Not for naught ~ never for naught! ;)
PS ~ the picture; is it yours? A photo? Like that too...
well said!
When I get this way, I just quit. lol Writer-frustration clearly described. :)
So very true
great! I like this a like...it made music in my head, lol
right before I came here I was reading "Dad's tomato garden journal" and he had a photo up of Calliope the dog...then come here and read the same unusal name again...synchronicity at work!
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