Initially i thought it was merely another simple nature poem. But no, you've left us with an insightful, powerful piece
that makes us think of our individuality - how unique, how valuable each one of us is. This poem makes us look at something as simple as a snowflake and THINK! This is the essence of poetry. Superb writing!
...and yes, no F words!
A friend of mine asked me why I don't write much anymore ...... I told them , I feel so insignificant compared to Byron, Keats, Frost and so many of the masters I've been reading as of late. How can one even think to write " If we should meet , after long years, how shall I greet the .... With silence and tears" or "The woods are pretty dark and deep , but I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep .....miles to go before I sleep". and of course one of my favorites ..."I was out late, rebelling against time, Against the wind I had set out to find, Words to anchor eternity in rhyme." So my friend we've all been there ......just that we have to realize how unique and individual we all are ....... Then write on. Thank you for your words, David PS...... I wrote this and it always comes to mind when I go thru a dry period .....It's from a poem Deep Inside My Mind .....
"What is now behind my brow, for no one e'er to see
or wait in time, for some to rhyme, a poem may yet to be
To enter there you may find, no ceiling, walls or floors
no words lying all around, no thoughts nor one locked door
no profound quotes, or catchy phrase .....to be my claim to fame
thy greatest care for you to fear, My mind and yours the same.
Do you think they just wrote how they saw the world and the poem format worked for that expression? I don't think someone really sets out to do this it seems to me to be a process of evolution. My two cents, your response got me thinking. raskin
I got to thinking about if it really was a process of evolution or just plain maturing to a point where you become aware of your surroundings and realize this is your life ........Deal with it in what ever way you can...! I think they saw their world as we see ours ......... some see red others see fuchsia ...... some describe with poetic eyes .....others with what they're told to see. I think a poet should be sort of a guide to make the everyday, mundane into something where people shake their head and say ........ "I never looked at it that way before". Evolution, age, maturing or just plain having mere insight into the beauty of what we all see but putting it into words. I wrote this when I lost something I thought drove me to write "I can easily write about things that I see and perceive ... But sadly, I can only describe them in words that i know" I think we are our own worse critics and that's what causes us to evolve ...... !
I didn't mean for this to become a debate but, I'd like to think of it as more of a meeting of the minds. .....thank you raskin for your thought provoking input. Write on. david
this again and decided to add something. Could it be that a poet nurtures insight, being able to describe something common in an uncommon way. It could be more than maturation, more than experience. Just a thought. raskin
yet another excellent poem
Initially i thought it was merely another simple nature poem. But no, you've left us with an insightful, powerful piece
that makes us think of our individuality - how unique, how valuable each one of us is. This poem makes us look at something as simple as a snowflake and THINK! This is the essence of poetry. Superb writing!
...and yes, no F words!
lovely
images with the snow. raskin
This is a lovely write..
This is a lovely write..
Thank you !
Thank you all for your kind comments .... I think we all wonder and make an effort to be, at least a little different ???? !!!!!!
vivid and beautifully given
I loved it and realised by reading your poems that mine don't stand a chance..you guys really have a strong pen
Funny you should mention it.
A friend of mine asked me why I don't write much anymore ...... I told them , I feel so insignificant compared to Byron, Keats, Frost and so many of the masters I've been reading as of late. How can one even think to write " If we should meet , after long years, how shall I greet the .... With silence and tears" or "The woods are pretty dark and deep , but I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep .....miles to go before I sleep". and of course one of my favorites ..."I was out late, rebelling against time, Against the wind I had set out to find, Words to anchor eternity in rhyme." So my friend we've all been there ......just that we have to realize how unique and individual we all are ....... Then write on. Thank you for your words, David PS...... I wrote this and it always comes to mind when I go thru a dry period .....It's from a poem Deep Inside My Mind .....
"What is now behind my brow, for no one e'er to see
or wait in time, for some to rhyme, a poem may yet to be
To enter there you may find, no ceiling, walls or floors
no words lying all around, no thoughts nor one locked door
no profound quotes, or catchy phrase .....to be my claim to fame
thy greatest care for you to fear, My mind and yours the same.
beautiful words
Do you think they just wrote how they saw the world and the poem format worked for that expression? I don't think someone really sets out to do this it seems to me to be a process of evolution. My two cents, your response got me thinking. raskin
2 cents ..maybe more
I got to thinking about if it really was a process of evolution or just plain maturing to a point where you become aware of your surroundings and realize this is your life ........Deal with it in what ever way you can...! I think they saw their world as we see ours ......... some see red others see fuchsia ...... some describe with poetic eyes .....others with what they're told to see. I think a poet should be sort of a guide to make the everyday, mundane into something where people shake their head and say ........ "I never looked at it that way before". Evolution, age, maturing or just plain having mere insight into the beauty of what we all see but putting it into words. I wrote this when I lost something I thought drove me to write "I can easily write about things that I see and perceive ... But sadly, I can only describe them in words that i know" I think we are our own worse critics and that's what causes us to evolve ...... !
I didn't mean for this to become a debate but, I'd like to think of it as more of a meeting of the minds. .....thank you raskin for your thought provoking input. Write on. david
Came across
this again and decided to add something. Could it be that a poet nurtures insight, being able to describe something common in an uncommon way. It could be more than maturation, more than experience. Just a thought. raskin