31 Thursday Jan 2013
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becoming, fearless, grace, gravel roads, kentucky, life, love, old maps, passion, poetry, reason, restless, spirit, strength, truth, value, wisdom
folded starch of linen
to hide a jagged state –
tho tattered lace
and denim
more my style
senseless
my pretention
the effort made to be
whate’er it was –
the slip
to make you fall
words remain –
reminders
of another me (just fine)
essence born
of burning leaves
chamomile
and rhyme
. . .
Starry-eyed Writer, Cautious Philosopher, Hopeful Romantic
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What a beautiful piece. “the slip~to make you fall.” Just awesome.
~~~~Felicia
🙂 Felicia, I am SOOOOOOOOOOO glad you liked this. It was written on a napkin at various stops on my way to work this morning…….. Inspired by those who try so hard to be what someone else needs them to be that they forget……..what they forget. *sigh* Thank you, my friend. ~ Love ever, Bobbie
What an interesting thing to learn. On a napkin ha? Some of our most creative pieces are born in the most curious ways. Thanks for sharing that info.
~~~~Felicia
They are indeed. While most are careful not to accidentally throw away an important receipt, I have to examine every little scrap of paper before throwing it away. But it’s a wonderful thing…….and I am grateful for the habit. ~ Love, B
Oh I have been there eons ago, the trying hard to please and be the perfect person for someone else, and the hurts that came with it, but then I discovered that Love celebrates one’s imperfections, and in doing so, makes one complete. Thank you for this lovely poem, Bobbie, it brought me back to a place and time so long ago. Love, Dee
I knew you would know, Dee. I can’t help but think to the people I love ~ imperfect in so many ways but perfect in the ways that matter most……that they were created unique by a loving Father, and incomparable to anyone else. As I’ve come to know ~ love is not a because ~ but a no matter what. The most beautiful parts of me are the flaws…….. ~ Thank you, my friend. ~ Love to you, Bobbie
rhythmic beauty of love
….your kindness is appreciated, Soumyav. ~ Much love, Bobbie
Your words speak true as i am perfectly flawed, but in my inperfections I am alive and I enjoy my life no matter what comes my way! Napkins, paper towels, fast food receipts, envelopes, what ever is around in the car or where i am at, i will write on, i still find 3 or 4 poems on a regular business envelope. You are so right I have to look at everything both sides to ensure I do not throw away a poem. And I will admit i, jeans and t-shirts is what I love most to wear. That is me, not to say I can’t get dressed up when needed but the real me jeans and tee’s. Beautiful poem Bobbie, love the message within. God bless!
I’m not surprised, Wendell. Words that mirror the soul are at home most in comfort, in the sweet still moments of acceptance and love. It is there, we hear our own voice and it is there we hear another. Thank you for who you are to the world, and who you are to me. ~ Much love, Bobbie
I like this poem a lot. I must say, your poetry is challenging to me. I have to work to follow you. That is not a criticism, at all. It just means our minds work differently and therefore when I do the work, it teaches me to see in a new way. Like the Bruce Cockburn song “Maybe the Poet”.
A technical question (if you don’t like these, please ignore it): this poem almost has a particular structure, a kind of parallelism between stanzas. Did you choose to deliberately avoid that structure for a reason or have I missed something else in the poem that you did instead? I probably ask because my day job is mathematician and it is part of the whole math gig to look for structure. I have friends who write for whom this kind of question ruins the poetic process and I certainly don’t want to do anything like that here, so if it is an irritating question just ignore it and I won’t be at all offended..
Carroll, how do I explain? First, it’s not irritating at all, and you’d need to get up awfully early to offend me. I don’t mind answering because it’s a question I’ve been asked many times before. I understand structure and rhyme and meter, and all of those things are important. They just aren’t to me. What’s important to me (and i think to those who enjoy my words) is the feeling behind them. Almost without exception, when I went about working to structure, I lost part of the feeling, which meant ultimately, it might win an award but it said nothing of importance.
Does that make sense? I do understand, but the things that are the truest in life ~ think about it ~ they are at their best when they are not limited by our understanding or our rules. God, love, and poetry come to mind.
Thank you…… Or as someone very wise once said, the answer is simple ~ ‘shut up and write’. 😉
Much love, Bobbie
Yes, what you say does make sense, though I can’t agree entirely. I think the truest things in life are more like a dance, not a modern just-move-how-you-will dance, but a folk dance or a formal dance. It is both feeling and form. I do agree completely that if trying to get a form destroys the feeling, then by all means get rid of the form. The feeling, the meaning, is the focus, not some abstract structure. Mind you, at any actual dancing I am a disaster. But when I write a poem, the ones I like, I feel like I am dancing with Him. It is not on the level of ecstatic experience or anything – though it is always right to hope – but it is a joy. I wish you only the same joy in your own writing with or without structure.
I’m a terrible dancer as well, and that’s okay. Perfection is over-rated, especially if it keeps you from doing what you love…….. Dance, fall, and love the getting back up! 😀 Thank you………and I certainly expect I will. ~ Love, B
You had my attention at blue jeans, Bobbie, and finished me off with Chamomile and rhyme. Short…, sweet…, and really neat.
++ XO++
Paul
Thought I might, and delighted I did……… Thank you, Paul. ~ Much love, Me
You have a terrific way with words.
Thank you, sweet Deana. Your kindness warms my day!!! Love to you, Bobbie
all i can say is “wow” – no point in trying to live up to other peoples expectations – live for yourself and your own dreams. Very nice work my friend.
Thank you, Nathan. What is it they say ~ I might as well be myself since everyone else is taken. I love it that way…….. 🙂 ~ Ever love, Bobbie
Magical. Your style is unique – and I love it.
Thank you, Eric. I am delighted to see you here. ~ Much love, Bobbie
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