Poet, Poetess is, and only is
muse’s servant, interpreter;
Horn my ear to listen,
feel the soul of poet, poetess
come pouring out in heartfelt words;
another world, woven around mine,
the entrance the poem, words
that no longer words are
but doorway to muse.
©GayUganda 15 April 2008
I almost always get yours....
But GUG, you never did comment on my poetry...is there a hint somewhere there?
p.s. I do like it.
not sure that I didn't not comment. on your poetry. Certainly did.
Where's the proof?
I don't mean the posts with the poetic interludes btw...I mean the actual poems-
“If the poet wants to be a poet, the poet must force the poet to revise. If the poet doesn’t wish to revise, let the poet abandon poetry and take up stamp-collecting or real estate.”
Donald Hall, nominated for the Gay Triangle Poetry Award 2008.
GUG, that anonymous comment smirks of ehsuneutics(that the spelling?), don't you agree?
Damn! Eshuneutics (I think!)
sure, sounds like the man himself. 'bout the comments, afraid it is the same thing. I mean, I would tell you that I like the poem, but dunno why I dont like one, or why I like it for that matter.
Lady thought you are like a friend of ours.
Anyway, a valid point you raise. But fame and fortune I am not seeking. I write for my pleasure. No, I am no poet. Dont need that recognition.
Besides intimating I need to revise, you did not actually comment on the poem itself...
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