Between The Lines Poem by Belle Violet

Bravo, bravo, bravo...we write, for the preservation of what our soul's speak...there is only an undeniable need, that poets alone, understand, to put pen to paper...and free the verses of our hearts. Loved this write. PEACE

Pregnant with a passive passion that is beautiful. Well done my friend!

I'd love to keep reading and feel all your thought, But I must stop now, cuz poerty stalker I am not! You write GREAT stuff! ! ! ! ! ! ! thanks

i love the line: A writer writes like flowers dew; ................dew, as in guttation (see below; i'll grant you poetic license on this one) , which i don't think i'd ever heard of, AND as in do. nice! and a rhyme as well! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - from a wikipedia? article about dew: Dew is water in the form of droplets that appears on thin, exposed objects in the morning or evening due to condensation. As the exposed surface cools by radiating its heat, atmospheric moisture condenses at a rate greater than that at which it can evaporate, resulting in the formation of water droplets.[1] When temperatures are low enough, dew takes the form of ice; this form is called frost (frost is, however, not frozen dew) . Because dew is related to the temperature of surfaces, in late summer it forms most easily on surfaces that are not warmed by conducted heat from deep ground, such as grass, leaves, railings, car roofs, and bridges. Dew should not be confused with guttation, which is the process by which plants release excess water from the tips of their leaves. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - my analysis: with a few letter changes, you would be Violent Writer. but, NO! . you, i think, are NOT a violent writer. you are like a breath of spring, probably to steal a phrase from someone more famous than myself. actually, i thought to say you have stolen my door....i mean heart. but that would be too romantic for ME to say. and, like my friend (who mentioned you to me) , Luvinthe Now, a poerty [sic] stalker I am not! a scintillating (i NEVER use that word) and well wrought (i NEVER say that either!) poem. thanks for sharing. :) bri We speak in a voice our own soul will know and you mispaint us with ignorance as philosophical pros. We are not just fluff.

Belle is poetically contentious and trying to pick a fight but establishes that she is going to win beforehand because she knows herself better through her poems than any of us can even attempt to figure.

I agree and I disagree. Love the writing and the strength of conviction expressed.

Fearless, unpretentious strait-shooting from the hip! I'm becoming quite a fan of yours, Violet.

Great read, great job. Read mine - An Emily Dickson Theory - Adeline

I'll analyze you. : at the time you got this down (meaning when you had it, and not necessarily when you wrote It down. It is a VERY well constructed poem. It IS a piece of art. And that's what you [ala Oscar Wilde} WERE going for.) you were struggling with it. It being surrendering everything else in order to keep Being a writer. An artist. An artist. And you WERE an artist doing it! You WERE! ! ! ! :)