I wrote a poem. It was of sensuality, It was of intimacy, Not of sexuality. It Was of passion and desires. It was of me, asking My lover, to give Up her passion so I may have my desire.
A critic told me this, Which I was unaware. To which I could say " Tis my poem, let me be." I say nay to this!
An artist with his brush, Paints so that another See the beauty he sees, A poet's brush is His words, yet if They are not fashioned Targeted, honed precisely At his intended, they Fall on deaf ears, Satisfying no but himself. And to even of Vainest men, this Is a worthless endeavor.
So to you, my friend, With that one thought, I say thank you.
and if the painting is never seen or the song never heard or the perfume never smelled than all is for...self satisfaction, which must be enough. thanks Cam
Hi, cambuff, One may write to inspire, to be read, to challenge thought or, sometimes, just so the reader can make of it what he or she will. When we write to be understood, we must first know our audience. Nice write.
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One may write to inspire, to be read, to challenge thought or, sometimes, just so the reader can make of it what he or she will. When we write to be understood, we must first know our audience. Nice write.
From what you write,
from all you have learn't, its all good
simple reminder
do write, draw what ever you feel within,
as that is poetry in motion
there are never guidelines
or all of us would never be here
"Poetry shall never fell to deaf ears upon"
As the figures of listening, has already opened door.
and there you are.....
My wonderful friends whom have already
shared their voice, above me
I can only stand beside them
and we await...
SS
So to you, my friend,
With that one thought,
I say thank you.
rob