A Reflection On My Poetry Poem by Joshua Fegley

A Reflection On My Poetry



Writing has given me such pleasure
Yet so much pain
Our relationship begets
Love and hate

An artistic ability forsaken
I say what I want to say
Constantly giving and taking
In the end, I know I'll have to pay

I've lost more friends, relationships
Possible relationships and,
Recently an awesome one
Due to our infidelity and consanguinity

Entertainment through my pain
Around me the world keeps turning
Delighted by an erroneous pleasure
This artistic spirit keeps burning



Dedicated to all you poets who put yourselves out there for us and yourselves and have received more pain than pleasure from writing

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Dedicated to all you poets who put yourselves out there for us and yourselves and have received more pain than pleasure from writing
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Dawn Lambert 07 October 2013

ive tried to have more pleasure when i write i guess its torture i really feel

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Sj Holland 03 August 2013

Can't say that I've had more pain through my craft, but it is a lonely pursuit. I have used titles that fit for me, feeling that the title may be misconstrued. Contemplating the changing of the title often doesn't work. The poem is what it is. Like Contemplating Death. Some may shy away, thinking it's about me thinking of or glorifying committing suicide, lol. It IS a little painful to put that out there, knowing what some may think. I do like these lines, ...Constantly giving and taking In the end, I know I'll have to pay...

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Roseann Shawiak 23 February 2013

I love your poem. It is so totally true. I too have lost friends because of my love of writing, saying what I feel and see and others not understanding.

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Hardik Vaidya 18 February 2013

Joshua Fegley a brilliant craft again, pain is perhaps un recognized pleasure, because it is the source for human strive to explore. the hunder to know, the defiance to not accept what seems true at first sight is perpahs just a manifestation of a form of pain. pain is at the root of spring. those who have not been brushed by the blessing of pain have lived lives in shallower times.

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