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From One Poet To Another

From one poet to another Your words in me are a thunder That fills me soul with wonder As my open heart you plunder Though I cannot see your face... Through my poetry covered lace Your deep feelings I can trace My heart beat quickens a pace Your every line scintillates My wayward heart subjugates My inner thoughts punctuates My very soul confiscates Your heart’s rhythm and rhyme Not bound to moments of time Makes each encounter sublime Holds me with imagery fine Addiction is my sweet game And your poetry is to blame My life is no longer the same My high begins with your name Each word is just meant to please Makes me fall down on my knees My hunger I must appease Oh, feed me now, if you please! I travel the paths of your mind Treasures of worth my great find To all else I am now blind Our twin souls have intertwined Eileen Manassian Ghali

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Terry Burns

Date: 4/12/2013 5:41:00 PM

Again your mastery of the tongue shows through. It must have taken some time to make every line rhyme in every stanza of your poem. As a fellow poet I salute your fine lines. Thanks, Terry.

Harry Horsman

Date: 4/12/2013 9:59:00 AM

oh yes, wonderful poetry, Eileen, and yes there is magic in your heart and mind,, but you do not need to be fav, your poetry stands on its own, with out opinion,

Eileen Manassian
Date: 4/12/2013 4:51:00 PM

Harry....how kind and sweet and comforting. Thank you!!!!

Timothy Hicks

Date: 4/12/2013 3:53:00 AM

A poet's poet methinks you are! It's always so relate-able... these writings about writings... and you're very good at them! I sometimes feel like I get to know people more by what they write than if I actually knew them in person. When you write something, you let go of something you wouldn't normally talk about in person... if you get my meaning.

Eileen Manassian
Date: 4/12/2013 4:08:00 AM

I surely do, Timothy! I surely do! For my...writing is so much more precious than the spoken word...you can think a million times about what you write but when you have to speak...there isn't time to refine and get the true meaning! Thanks for the post! :)

Richard Lamoureux

Date: 4/11/2013 8:37:00 PM

You speak true! Another to my favorites. Those of us who love words can most certainly relate. Well done Eileen.

Eileen Manassian
Date: 4/11/2013 8:49:00 PM

The fact that you are adding it to your favorites, is the biggest compliment! Thank you, Richard. Have a great evening. :)

Heather Ober

Date: 4/11/2013 12:44:00 PM

Oooh this one is so so good, Eileen! I LOVE that first verse. Such an awesome depiction of how our words affect others. I'm also glad you liked "Fireflies" so much! I had so much fun writing it - I just love combining prose with haiku. I only learned about Haibun through Debbie's contests over the past couple of months. I think PS only recently added it as a form, so you shouldn't feel ignorant :)

Eileen Manassian
Date: 4/11/2013 12:50:00 PM

You are too kind, my dear! :) Too kind! :) Thanks for making me feel better about the whole Haibun thing, but it isn't just that, Heather...the words you used from start to finish were just Perfection! :) Proud of you! :) Ok...one smiley face too many there...so here goes... a wink! ;)

Painted Hunter

Date: 4/11/2013 11:20:00 AM

Well, well...This is going to make us all wonder who this poet could be...love the mystery here!

Eileen Manassian
Date: 4/11/2013 11:52:00 AM

POWDER KEG! STUPID TYPO!

Eileen Manassian
Date: 4/11/2013 11:51:00 AM

HEE HEE! My dear...mystery is the spice of life! We sometimes read way too much into a poem. It is a poem about what the words of one poet can do to another....It is electrifying because...poets feed on words..."normal" people don't understand what impact that has...they don't know this is our love language. So, biggest power keg about to go off is one poet speaking to another, yes?