Clothed in Poetry Parchment

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I am a creature like others, taking for granted each breath, making mistakes, some no amount of contrition can erase which makes my faults no less dismal than death. Unless by the mercy of my Creator, I am to be forgiven. Perhaps I can best define myself as God's spark as a poet. I am a wanderer when I write of where I've been and in tales of woe when long ago I buried myself in sin. I am on display revealing why I lost my wings in dreams and why I've wept for love that faded like moon beams. There's a timeless spiritual energy in penning such things. I am the voice of my heart, embracing its inner goodness, allowing it to heal through bleeding when it suffers, and to beat like timpani drums with happiness. Within me, poetry denies bearing a name. It's akin to having unquestionable faith in God, knowing His words have the power to soothe my soul. His blessing is ever a righteous honor that I would laud. I am the wielder of a pen. Poems die at my hands, eyes cry for Sonnets, and every abandoned verse. Guilt, the emotion flowing inside of me, and... the way I feel when I fall asleep before ending a prayer. There are parts of my flawed humanity that need repair and the reason I fear He will not forgive my trespasses. Do the words I toss away feel as imperfect as I think I am in my Father's eyes? I am the Shrew, untamed, the one who bore witness to the sun's heartache for loving the moon. I compose words in a magical language that tell that life can be lived eternally in lines of script instead of being thrown into the infernal pit of hell or decaying in a sepulcher crypt. I am a sword, fighting battles that should've never been. What worth are spoils to victors if none are left standing? With my pen I am a crack in the mirror of vanity, or perhaps the vein of insanity that I try to keep hidden. I am hope, trying to break the thread of reality. I am me, trying to transcend space and time in poetry. Feed me ink and I will write. Give me parchment and I will fill sheafs with what emanates from inside of me for I am a poet of love and light and poetry is my clothing. But know that without poetry I will be found loathing. If it's taken away from me, then bare naked I will be.

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Duke Beaufort

Date: 4/24/2025 5:44:00 AM

Lin, this is a great poem about the value of expression and your own personal choice for how you do it. You express the human condition with elegance and openness. For any guilt or sadness you feel, I hope you can forgive yourself...but not to the point where any motivation to write would go away. This I will make a favorite. It makes me see ideas and feelings transforming and emanating as scrolls from you into space. I feel humbled and honored as a poet to receive this deep heartfelt work.

Lin Lane
Date: 4/24/2025 11:16:00 AM

I entered this one in Seeker's contest called, I am, but it was N/Ad. It received many comments and that was good enough for me. Thank you for also adding it to your favorite's list. Forgiving oneself can take time. It did for me only when I thought I'd been forgiven. I write, and write, and... I'm grateful that you read me so often.

Paige Hind

Date: 4/21/2025 9:21:00 PM

I can relate to this one for sure, and it's going into my favs-

Lin Lane
Date: 4/22/2025 4:23:00 AM

I wrote so many lines that I had to walk away. I hope what you related to were the softer issues in my poem. Thank you for reading and leaving your thoughts, Paige.

Connie Pachecho

Date: 4/21/2025 7:38:00 PM

Lin, the fabric of this poem is substance, material, and teeth that make for a fine tapestry and bite ... always a pleasure reading you.

Lin Lane
Date: 4/21/2025 7:51:00 PM

Hi Connie. I am very pleased by your thoughts. Thank you ever so much. ;-)

David Kavanagh

Date: 4/21/2025 2:24:00 PM

I don’t think we can ever be sure where our poetry comes from Lin, but pour forth it must, just like in this heartfelt introspective piece expressing how you feel on the cusp of transcendence, as hope trying to break the thread of reality, A superbly written piece with many truth’s laid bare, insofar as flaws are concerned, welcome to the human race, cheers David

Lin Lane
Date: 4/21/2025 7:50:00 PM

That's an honor and I'm grateful that you have done both. Merci, David. ;-)

David Kavanagh
Date: 4/21/2025 3:00:00 PM

Back for yet another read and this time to press the Fave button:)

Lin Lane
Date: 4/21/2025 2:35:00 PM

Hi, David. Bare naked we enter the human race. With some degree of trepidation, do I walk among the masses in these days of uncertainty. But at least I'm clothed in a page or two of parchment. Seriously, thank you for knowing me well enough to realize my thoughts in these lines are heartfelt.

Ink Empress

Date: 4/21/2025 7:50:00 AM

Dear Linnersz, What a sincerely soulful and moving poem this is, and how youv expressed here in such a humble manner really stood out for me and left me in awe! So many lines stood out for me from “ timpani drums” to “ I am the Shrew, untamed, the one who bore witness to the sun's heartache for loving the moon.” how touching and profound and powerful it is how you’ve delivered your interpretation of the line of enquiry! The ending is so beautiful and you are poetry! Definitely! Best wishes! Sending you light always!

Lin Lane
Date: 4/21/2025 9:29:00 AM

Thank you for always being the bearer of awesomely beautiful annotations, Ink. You've seen my inners and felt them in my poetry. You graciously applaud my lines and are the cause for my offering thanks to you.