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CONFESSIONS OF A POET

May 8, 2013
By Shards_of_my_soul GOLD, BHUBANESWAR, Other
Shards_of_my_soul GOLD, BHUBANESWAR, Other
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I open my poembook
And stare at it,like some treasure of some notorious crook.
I hold the pen,
Put it in sync with the paper
And words pour out,
While I sit in my den.

I don’t care what I write,
So long I write with my heart and might…
It may be sad, it may be gay,
So long it makes my day.

The blank papers of the days of yore,
Suddenly become a bank of words.
The old pens, with some pathetic ink
Suddenly finish, without any kink.

My brain’s attic, so filled with words,
Suddenly get filtered by hoards.
My imagination, so without a spark,
Lights up, ready to leave a mark.

Feelings of pain,
Or happiness insane…
All find their place in some nook
Of my dear poembook.

My eyes see the world;
My nose smells the hot and cold;
My ears hear the sounds;
My fingers feel the pounds…
But once I hold a pen…
I jot down the whole world en bloc,
Forgetting the sands of time…

People my call me a nerd,
They may call me a bookworm,
But I couldn’t care less...
For I know I’m different from the herd
And thus don’t have any reason to mourn.

Maybe I’m what they say, an addict…
But unlike any other,
I’m a devotee of edicts –
Edicts of words, passed from countless ages,
Which have now found their way
Into my the-blank, brown pages…



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on May. 16 2013 at 4:56 pm
Carpe-Caffeam GOLD, No Where, Florida
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&ldquo;If it weren&rsquo;t for the coffee, I&rsquo;d have no identifiable personality whatsoever.&rdquo; &ndash;David Letterman

I like this here! How creative! I have a few small suggestions...in the beginning you repeat "some" twice in the first stanza...is there a stronger, less vague word you could use or could you edit it out of the poem entirely and say instead "like a treasure of a notorious crook?" Also, you say in the middle that "my nose smells the hot and cold" and my fingers feel the pounds." I think the rhyming must have been a spot difficult here. Is there a way you could reword this? I love the idea of applying all your senses to this poem, but I feel like it would actually be stronger if you left just that one stanza without rhyme. Instead, you could show me what your eyes see without telling me. Lastly, I think you meant something else by "the-blank" in the last line. :D Otherwise, awesome writing! Have a lovely day!