Nette Onclaud Poet Free verse

Heeding the Voice of Instinct

The window sill in prisms of light
reflects a half-opened treasure chest,
damp in sandalwood mold: in there
a mixture of unlived passion of my art
lays on ---dried paintbrush, unfinished
verses,  torn ballet slippers, and sepia tickets
for unseen musicales; that behind the cataract
night’s hazy pale of night, I struggle
with denying the fragile voice of instinct
which  urges these veins to fulfill
my own sense of brightness
as I dismiss the echo of this heart 
pining for expression’s release… 
yet I remain listless, needing to pour 
a  zeal from running empty.


12//14/2015
Where Echoes Hide Contest
For John Lawless

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Cyndi Macmillan January 19, 2016 at 11:32 AM OOh..so much to like. I'm glad you love all those forms and pay them such deep and worthy respect... keep them alive. Still, oh hon, your free verse? It's like the difference between staring at the wolf in the zoo and them coming across one wild, in all its natural splendor. Not trying to convert you, k? <3 And you did what I love to do, used that one sly adverb to bounce off its verb in a fresh way. Daringly renewed, indeed. Thanks for the drop by visit. if able, look at Craig's blog.GOOD Cyndi Macmillan January 19, 2016 at 11:33 AM PS... "How old can I get?" !!!!! So relatable, startling question so good, right THERE. Mint, this.

Dr. Upma A. Sharma December 22, 2015 at 1:53 AM Lovely write n win nette.. big congrats!

Skat A December 21, 2015 at 9:30 PM Nette,, Congratulations on your win. SKAT

John Lawless December 21, 2015 at 5:51 PM Nette, I enjoyed this....the echoes of youth uncovered in aging trunk filled attic. Thanks for participating in the contest

Thomas Martin December 18, 2015 at 5:59 PM Love your last three lines! A treasure, indeed.

Demetrios Trifiatis December 15, 2015 at 8:04 AM Inspirational dancing verses captivating the soul, dear nette! Good luck and many hugs!

Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser December 15, 2015 at 6:57 AM Nette, every flowing with graceful imagery.. elegant and lovely.. =`) Maligayang Pasko..~~Olive Eloisa =`)

Frederic Parker December 14, 2015 at 6:24 PM There is rhythm in your heart my friend and a melody in your soul, both dance with the feet of your desires as you enter the catacombs of your life's dreams

Lyva Marty December 14, 2015 at 2:31 PM Superb poem that entices us to live our dreams and listen to instinct's soft urging!

Anne-Lise Andresen December 14, 2015 at 2:08 PM - A great poem, Nette !!! - Good luck in the contest :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)

Keith Bickerstaffe December 14, 2015 at 9:38 AM Magnificent! so many colorful phrases and vivid imagery. '...damp in sandalwood mold,' '...torn ballet slippers, and sepia tickets,' and of course '...denying the fragile voice of instinct.' Well done nette! Best wishes, Keith