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Stand near the light; don't walk towards the door I'm myself, quite myself Though quiet inside, I don't know.
Poets have often celebrated their pain In verse with a swish of wine My poetry has cleansed my mind often Enabled me to feel rather fine
When I, in restless creativity In the perpetual outsider's angst Tried with music to soothe my troubled mind When I submitted to sleep with thanks
How do I handle this feeling that comes upon me At dawn, at dusk, at midnight, I found the Woolfian and Plathian dilemna Apt as only poetic pain can be, wrong or right.
Artists, musicians, flying euphoric Far in their dreams and the world looking at them As though they, and they alone could not understand The compact structured world and its angles
While the pain got lost in all that trite rhetoric.
Handling the pain before it becomes a bonfire That consumes your life and all those who loved you Handle the pain, now that it cannot be borne Give it wings, let it fly, let it break through.
Copyright: Rani Turton
Rani Turton
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Thursday, April 30, 2009 |
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Sunday, November 15, 2009 |
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Kevin Wells (5/6/2009 11:38:00 AM)
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Evocative and passionate. A great use of word-power throughout and true observations eloquently expressed.
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Raj Nandy (5/6/2009 9:17:00 AM)
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A moving poem Madam! Your last two lines are true, give it wings and let it fly through! 10+
=Raj Nandy
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Fay Slimm (4/30/2009 1:51:00 PM)
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Poetry is a great inner cleanser Rani and you bring this to our attention so discreetly in this fine piece - yes the pain needs to be given the freedom the fly itself - good work and thank you.....10 + ++ from Fay...
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