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[title] => Bridges
[time] => 2018-12-27 05:07:16
[hometext] => As seen by the writer
[bodytext] => Why must we write long into the night?
What is it we need to convey?
Be it hope, be it rage;
At times were amazed;
At the words spilling out on the page.
We follow our souls
Down silent black holes.
Composing when no one is there.
Observed unaware by a room full of chairs;
While the walls tap their fingers and stare.
Art can be lonely;
A one way gift only;
Left on an altar of stone;
Touching the dreams of strangers unseen;
Who wonder how we could have known.
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Bridges
Contributed by
softerware
on
Thursday, 27th December 2018 @ 05:07:16 AM in AEST
Topic:
poets
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Why must we write long into the night?
What is it we need to convey?
Be it hope, be it rage;
At times were amazed;
At the words spilling out on the page.
We follow our souls
Down silent black holes.
Composing when no one is there.
Observed unaware by a room full of chairs;
While the walls tap their fingers and stare.
Art can be lonely;
A one way gift only;
Left on an altar of stone;
Touching the dreams of strangers unseen;
Who wonder how we could have known.
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softerware
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2018-12-27 05:07:16] (Date/Time posted on
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Re: Bridges
(User Rating: 1 ) by JamesStockdale on
Thursday, 27th December 2018 @ 10:42:49 AM AEST (User
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So much wisdom and experience in such a short write. I can/'/t figure out if writing is a gift or a plague? Many deliberately write and craft their works with love and pride while others are tortured by what is streamed into their head. Like
a trapped animal that needs to be released from a cage.
Often I wonder if they are a voice for those no longer here. Acting as a medium. Especially the truly unskilled writer who just jotted down a masterpiece otherwise incapable of doing so.
Nothing better than a poem that brings about intrigue.
That is what we have here! |
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Re: Bridges
(User Rating: 1 ) by unknown_utopia on
Friday, 28th December 2018 @ 05:41:05 AM AEST (User
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many good questions...I wonder about it when I have a poem flowing in my mind and through out the day I write over and over til it is to be released....why?...hmm I am still trying to figure that out as I write all alone at 2 and 3 am in the night/mornings. |
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Re: Bridges
(User Rating: 1 ) by Harsh on
Saturday, 29th December 2018 @ 08:02:38 AM AEST (User
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Incredible |
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Re: Bridges
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Sunday, 30th December 2018 @ 03:16:47 AM AEST (User
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great title and the poem
flows well with it.
Surely something to think
deeply about.
well done!
I will try and carry your words
with me as best I can, knowing
deep down I really should.
Peace! |
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Re: Bridges
(User Rating: 1 ) by allforyou on
Tuesday, 1st January 2019 @ 04:17:08 PM AEST (User
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I really loved this! Especially loved the image of your walls tapping their fingers! |
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Re: Bridges
(User Rating: 1 ) by speedy on
Tuesday, 1st January 2019 @ 10:26:27 PM AEST (User
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Sometimes the poems just write themselves. I often have poetry composing itself while I/'/m working at my job - I keep a notebook handy just in case.
This was a really wonderful write.
Hannah B
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