James Peranteau Poet Lyric

Empty Halls of Blank

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      Oh the many souls who stagger
                       through
           the empty halls of blank
             some in frantic panic
             whom see the flames
                  and often sink

      Yet some stagger with saunter
                 yes they mosey
          as across the promenade 
    addressing  queries of that early
                    bird's chant
                and of farm girls
          whose hearts have beat

 
        Through the empty halls of
                        blank
       bringing dreams and visions 
                  and pictures
                   and songs
              with pen and slip
               the poet smiles
               drawn with lisp

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Poet Destroyer A May 13, 2012 at 10:50 PM James, Stopping by to wish you a beautiful Happy Mothers Day :-D I'm hoping God will hear my wishes and send my love too find many mothers in good health, and I pray he continues to give my mother the strength to fight everything her body is battling with right now, God bless~ xoxoxo PD

Elizabeth Wesley January 25, 2012 at 4:48 PM I see confused lost souls wandering through your poem. Reflects much of the reality of today. You have a grip on anything you write about!

Laura Breidenthal November 20, 2011 at 5:30 PM Awesome choice of words - they make the poem come alive. Very interesting one indeed. Always, Laura

Wilma Neels June 5, 2011 at 11:22 AM James once again I am stunt.. Love the interpretation of us drawing blank and staring at nothingness.. Somehow we draw gems from these moments at times, like you did with this one ;) hope your weekend is a great one, love Wilma James Peranteau June 1, 2021 at 10:25 PM *winks....a belated ty dear poet...much love, james

Carolyn Devonshire June 4, 2011 at 3:17 PM Dear James, what a fabulous write about the inspiration that emerges to replace the "empty hals of blank" pages for poets. I've missed you, my friend. Returned Thursday night from my fishing trip and had a blast. Photos posted in blog. I often send you emails but never get replies. Guess you and Noah are busy getting ready for summer. You are mentioned in the poem I posted today. Love and blessings, Carolyn

Linda-Marie Sweetheart June 2, 2011 at 1:11 PM feeling the vibe on this one James .. creative artists experience the same premise as your lines indicate at times.. but when that rare beauty emerges..watch out luv.. it is potent.. another goodie luv..

Gwendolen Song June 2, 2011 at 12:16 PM Hi James- A mighty lyrical piece full of ideas for a poet who draws blank....the ending is so sweet with the poet smiles--drawn with lisp. Nice stuff here, James Gwendolen James Peranteau June 1, 2021 at 10:23 PM Ty dear poet....much love, james

Laura Breidenthal June 1, 2011 at 11:19 PM I love reading your poetry;very inspiring! ~Laura James Peranteau June 1, 2021 at 10:22 PM Ty dear poet, a belated ty 2a gifted soul....much love, james

Nette Onclaud May 31, 2011 at 9:08 PM oh, i did this " lazy muse rests" here on soup and i can so relate, james!! keep that gold ink dripping.. love this one!! :) huggs, nette

James Foulk May 31, 2011 at 4:51 PM really enjoyed this most creative piece of fine poetry.

Daver Austin May 31, 2011 at 12:22 PM Yes, dear James, I have staggered many a time, when the flame is illusive, only imagining, tongue in cheek. My poems must be read with a lisp mainly because my head is so stopped up with the fever. Well, what the hell - I gave it a good try. Love, daver

Phyllis Babcock May 31, 2011 at 7:24 AM I totally agree with Carrie on this excellent write. Thank you for your comments on the 60's wonderful, memorable era to grow up in. I know things seemed simpler back then and have seen poems posted relating back to then. Yes this young one enjoyed that era. Have a nice day. love phyl

Sara Kendrick May 31, 2011 at 3:25 AM Painted pictures that speak to each person differently..Enjoyed reading this morn..Your visit was uplifting...Sara...The prom dress was beautiful sky blue trimmed in white..The blue matched her eyes..She was a beautiful prom date..

C.C Bloomsfield May 31, 2011 at 2:15 AM I love the thought of the poet,i always did,and am glad to make it here,miss you all james,and hugs to Noah.. Hope you're fine dear.

Carrie Richards May 30, 2011 at 7:07 PM Too often lately, my muse is that hallway...white walls and so blank....and yes...the panic does set in. It's like a dream of being back in school..lost and wandering around...and feels as if it is lost forever. Then, something will spark that fire...at least for a moment! Gosh...you have nailed it with this introspective poem!!

Robert A. Dufresne May 30, 2011 at 3:09 PM I like especially the last stanza. pictuesque culmination for the object of the poem. Well painted picture of the poet, James