My sentiments trickle in bits and pieces
to dangle like soap on a rope,
hanging around, but out of reach
till the right words come
to breathe them to life.
Precise and unexpected,
at times they fit,
chosen as I might choose
the flawless petals
of a perfect rose,
the words to be glued
in that same perfection
into absolutes, those hoped-to-be
unblemished poems
from a blemished heart and soul,
a writer’s humility
for a reader’s pleasure.
The thought that unblemished poetry so often comes from a 'blemished heart and soul' is iself a symptom of poetic sensibility and spiritual beauty. Great poetry does blend those opposites which oftentimes break our hearts and reconciles the pain, the melancholy, with the beauty of art. This intuition is beautifully expressed in your image of the poet engendering the 'perfect rose, ' which becomes the poem itself. Good work, CJ-I love the word-rose you have created.
I can say anything as well as Raynette so I'll second her thoughts.
This thought of glueing the petals from a perfect rose to form one's poem is very alluring and I read it several times, just picturing how that would be...not only lovely, but fragrant as well. Nice write. Raynette
It's a hard world, the world of poem writing, but somehow one gets there in the end. Good one C.J. Sincerely Ernestine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The irony of a blemished 'heart and soul' creating unblemished poetry is a simple, but much over-looked truth. Your blemished heart radiates grace and dignity. Well done, as usual! ~Ray