I Listen To The Line I Wait To Write Poem by Shalom Freedman

I Listen To The Line I Wait To Write



I LISTEN TO THE LINE I WAIT TO WRITE

I listen to the line I wait to write
I hear myself speaking the poem to myself.
What I write
Comes from somewhere else
Inside myself
Perhaps beyond.

I take these words down
Which appear right before
I say them
Which appear
As I say them.

Is what I am doing ‘Poetry’?
Or is it merely my own illusion
Of what I am
And what Poetry is?

God gives and God takes.
Will God make these lines too
What they are not now,
And yet?

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Patti Masterman 20 October 2009

I love your poetical dialogues about writing poetry. Everyone has them too; but only you can put such words and meanings with clarity. Sometimes we get near our target; and sometimes farther away, but it is always in the striving where we find so much happiness; isn't it true?

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Gold Fish 20 October 2009

I understand what you mean. What is poetry? Who is a poet? And, What does this mean to me? Although, I am much less skilled at this writing thing we do, I too have these flowing lines in my head. I have to hurry and write down or it will be eternally lost forever. Thanks for sharing this as I feel many can relate to what you are saying.

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Alison Cassidy 20 October 2009

I'm sure we both hear the same voice, Shalom. It is the voice that comes from trust in a creative spirit that underpins all poetry. Confidence is harder to come by, I know. Your humility becomes you. Your poetry sings. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

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