David Kavanagh Poet Rhyme

A Poem From the Unknown

I observe palls of leaves, drifting on the wind 
       Compelling me to write, but my page keeps going limp
            Fraying along straight edges, curling into crimp,
        Nuanced in nature, daintiest touch rebuffs my whims

           Thoughts become hesitant, so readily demurred 
         I scribble tenuous nothings, reflecting absent words 
          Cant tell which is moving, the leaves or my world 
           Seemingly fluxed together, synchronicity bestirs 

        Impossible to measure, let alone describe this scene 
        Small eddies all around me, vortex on grasses green,
       As I look upon the tumult, my imagination reconvenes
         Ink begins flowing again, and words start to scream 

             Disenfranchisement over, now feeling overjoyed 
           Balance is restored, the moment remains unspoiled
             I look down at my sheet of paper, if only to recoil 
        Not in horror! Amazement, this little poem self compiled. 


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18/10/21

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Christopher Flaherty November 30, 2020 at 12:33 PM Like as i David Not in horror but Amazement. Congratulations David I see you made the Anthology Well done and deserved my friend What Poem was it David id like to check it out again Christopher Flaherty November 30, 2020 at 1:48 PM My brittle wall i hide behind Not going to lie David my mate best feeling ever David Kavanagh November 30, 2020 at 12:58 PM Had to check that out thought you where joking I see you made it too, I’m delighted you did, mine was a haiku “time mayfly by, what one made the cut for you cheers David

Christopher Flaherty November 30, 2020 at 12:32 PM You can now say you are actually in fact a published writer / poet

Sigrid Ermine November 29, 2020 at 8:12 PM Please attribute this delicious feast of imagery to your incredible skill. David, I am so in awe.... Rhyme is off scale excellent.... You know what I mean by that.... Daring rhyme, not boring... Happily masticating your delectable meditation. Thank you for sharing your growth with everyone here... David Kavanagh November 29, 2020 at 11:45 PM Heya Sigrid thank you so much for another of your fantastic analytical comments, wasn’t too sure how to put this one together, so the idea of the poem writing itself is actually very real, the only hard part was trying to express how this actually happens cheers David

Darlene De Beaulieu November 29, 2020 at 11:23 AM Hello David kavanagh, you did very well with not knowing what to create in poetry. Enjoy your day my friend. Darlene De Beaulieu November 30, 2020 at 10:33 AM Hello David Kavanagh, yes some poems do write themselves. Cheers Darlene enjoy your day my friend. David Kavanagh November 29, 2020 at 12:01 PM Hi Darlene thank you so much, I’m sure we’ve all experienced some poems writing themselves, as this one did for me, cheers David