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I birth my poetry
To the music in my head
Whistling the tune
Between my teeth
Singing the words
Under my breath
‘Cause losing the thread
Would be the dance of death
~
©DGA 28 December 2011 19:33
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29/12/2011 at 6:03 am
If we don’t hang onto the thread of words . . . they tend to drift away into the ether. 😉
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29/12/2011 at 7:43 am
Oh, yes, Nancy, and they are so hard to catch hold of again! 😀
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29/12/2011 at 6:13 am
You’ve described it so well… the wonderful thought that enters my mind… and just as soon, it’s gone with the breeze. I find it difficult to hold onto the breeze.
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29/12/2011 at 7:59 am
Very hard sometimes to hold onto, especially when something else is vying for attention, lol!
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29/12/2011 at 6:14 am
Love it, adee 🙂
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29/12/2011 at 8:00 am
Thanks, Cin. 😉
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29/12/2011 at 3:11 pm
Your words are heartfelt from a poet: The threads of the prose once lost, may be lost forever.
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29/12/2011 at 4:00 pm
That’s so true, Maxi. Especially when I wake in the middle of the night with almost the whole poem in my head and certain that I won’t ever forget. Come daylight, it’s gone! I keep a notebook and pen next to the bed too!
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29/12/2011 at 3:33 pm
nice..i feel you completely here…music is a big inspiration…but also the words just come at times and i have to grab them quick…always a notebook nearby
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29/12/2011 at 4:06 pm
It can be so frustrating to ‘lose’ it… I have a notebook and pen with me always, but sometimes it can be quite inconvenient, lol!
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29/12/2011 at 4:38 pm
Isn’t it awful when the perfect set of phrases comes at a time when recording them is impossible, and by the time that possibility is restored the bird has flown?
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29/12/2011 at 5:18 pm
Oh, yes, Col. It happened to me a couple of nights ago and I was positive I would remember – ha! 😦
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29/12/2011 at 8:15 pm
There is a surprising and uncanny relationbetween us and nature, Denise.
This is my interesting subject from childhood.
Maybe we inherit it from nature. When stars are formed, or when a supernova occurs, everything spins around and around. All stars, star systems, our earth everything spins. Even our ideas spin before they take a concrete shape like a star or a planet or a meteor.
Even our words spin in our brain around a humming that spins thread-like.
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30/12/2011 at 12:13 am
Oh, Sunamu, you have described it so well. Thank you! I feel my thoughts spinning. These are the times that I really KNOW that God is Great and I can’t understand how some people can doubt His existence.
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29/12/2011 at 9:09 pm
Denise, I think you speak of true inspirational poetry. It happens to me sometimes, but not quickly. I get a thought in my head and it takes so long to come to fruition. I really have to work hard!!!
Lovely poem, Denise. Thank you.
John
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30/12/2011 at 12:16 am
We are all different, John… I sometimes work hard too, but I must admit it is not often. Thank you for liking and being able to relate to the poem.
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29/12/2011 at 10:42 pm
And strange that what finally comes out is often not what we begin with
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30/12/2011 at 12:18 am
Ha, oh yes, Bb! Sometimes I am even amazed that I wrote it, lol! Well, I suppose there are times that it actually wasn’t me…
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30/12/2011 at 3:00 am
The rhythm and musicality of poetry – very important – great poem about the making of poetry. I came to an interest in poetry mainly from an interest in lyrics in music (like Bob Dylan stuff) and wrote a few poems to fit exactly with a tune (it’s a good exercise to force you to think about the meter and lots of fun).
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30/12/2011 at 3:10 am
I have always loved music (except for the gap years when my marriage was disintegrating) and used to collect the lyrics when I was a teenager (won’t say which ones, haha). I started blogging just prose, then read:
http://theonlycin.wordpress.com ‘s
poetry and, wham! decided to try writing last year. Now I can’t stop, lol! Thanks for the comment, Gabe!
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30/12/2011 at 5:54 am
Amen, as a fellow poet, or at least a chum
I too dance to this same drum
Yesterday I lived to dream weave tunes
I’d make myself wake up to grab parchment and plume
Before micro cassettes, I was lost without a pen
Wrote one liners on napkins, toilet paper, and even my skin
I’ve come to realize that the words were never mine
But sent to earth from a spirit divine
If we don’t use them…Somebody Will!!!
So, Bless your prolific soul, plasma canvas,
And Keyboard Quill…
Oh, and I agree with all your ideas
about the “Dark Globe Awards” or
Awards programs…
Bless You
paul
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30/12/2011 at 8:09 am
Last first: Thanks, Paul for agreeing. I hated the forfeits and so just started ignoring the ‘nominations’, lol! I would like the awards to really mean something so that accolades from fellow bloggers are more meaningful to whomever is chosen.
I love the idea that we just pluck our ideas from the ether and I feel that this is often the case. I too jot down ideas, phrases, rhyming words, etc. etc., but sometimes struggle to read my writing! The music I hear is sometimes a tune, sometimes just drum beats. It varies.
Great to see you back, Paul. God bless you too.
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30/12/2011 at 6:09 am
It’s interesting that you talk about your poetry being ‘birthed’ to music in your head because I often write like that myself, either to actual music or to a kind of melodic feeling in my head. Does that make sense?
Music and poetry, of course, are very closely aligned and I think that channelling music somehow adds a depth to writing that might not otherwise be there.
I know what you mean about losing the thread too.I cling on for grim death !!
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30/12/2011 at 8:16 am
It’s so nice that you know what I’m talking about, Selma, and what you say makes perfect sense. Long, long ago I used to wish I knew more about music and could write my own. Now, however, that has passed and I am totally in love with words.
There are lots of signs in your writing that you are a ‘secret’ poet. You choose your words like we do and I adore reading your work.
As for the threads – well if I could tie them all to my hat or my hem I would be set for life!
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30/12/2011 at 2:17 pm
Very nice!
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30/12/2011 at 2:30 pm
Hi Kat, thanks for your visit and comment. I love your avatar! Welcome to WordPress. I hope you enjoy it here and wish you happy blogging with us!
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01/01/2012 at 2:22 pm
Fantastic piece.
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01/01/2012 at 2:42 pm
Thank you so much, Hook. 😀
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14/05/2013 at 3:15 pm
I had just commented on a blog yesterday how we birth our writing…..
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14/05/2013 at 3:32 pm
Thanks so much for the read. I glanced at your posts and liked what I saw – but you know there’s always the problem of Time… I will be back though. 🙂
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14/05/2013 at 10:25 pm
I realized after you got my initial response that you probably took the whole dog thing the wrong way. I was mortified. I had just finished volleying comments with a blogger who’d said his cats were running his third blog. So I thought you were being cute and clever, that you were posing as the dog of the gravatar, owned by the John you’d named. I was playing along. Yikes, what a mess. Anyway, I hope it’s cleared now! Laugh. The limits of online communication.
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15/05/2013 at 3:57 am
Not at all. I saw that you are a new blogger (at WP anyway) and so didn’t realise that people use pictures of ‘anything’ as their avatars. I know for a fact that some people open and write their blogs on behalf of their cats and/or dogs too. Please let it go – it’s not important. 🙂
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