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Post by AquarianM on Apr 3, 2004 15:39:30 GMT -5
An Old Poet's Soul:
When you close your eyes you wake up, When the silence touches your mind you learn to speak, Where the words appear matter the least, On a keyboard or old worn notebook, Perhaps the inside of your eyelids, Even amidst the background hiss of old cassette tape, You speak on and on and on, Reaching and teaching, Yourself amongst others, When that field of ancient wisdom touches you, Allows you to embrace the words like treasure, Then carry them home like precious stones, Sparkling and reflecting an inner light, Is it any wonder you have an old poet's soul?
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford (C) 03/30/2004
Author's Comments: Just a small bit of what goes on when a poet is touched by inspiration. Never mistake it, when you are writing from the source you can feel it - it's very spiritual, and healing.
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Post by Elle Rush on Apr 5, 2004 11:56:52 GMT -5
Gorgeous, Dan. I adore the title- and poem. Your descriptions & imagery vibrant & resonating- a jewel!
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Post by Ken Corbett on Apr 23, 2004 13:33:24 GMT -5
Hey Dan,
You've done a great job carrying the theme of your piece all the way to the end, re-inforcing it with familiar yet vivid images. It's like you had a heart-to-heart with your muse, and you're coming to understand and appreciate each other.
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Post by Randacello (MirandaRae) on Apr 23, 2004 22:32:34 GMT -5
Hi Dan!
This one is gorgeous and relateable for every single person on this board. I love the contrasting images you used in this to drive the point how, very effective.
Miranda
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Post by AquarianM on Apr 24, 2004 15:44:02 GMT -5
Thank you all so much - I was rather pleased with the result on this one. I'm glad to see that seconded.
Dan
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