Panagiota Romios Poet Quatrain

October Octaves

Lost, oh must I write of common, autumn leaves?
Or,  Mom’s hot, fragrant apple pie?
Of my lovely, cobalt, silky blouse.
Or raindrops sprinkling on my house?

How to pen of that which really means?
Common nothings leave me dry!
Like a lost, pointltless poetess mouse, 
Worse, a bland and boring souse?

Am I here to speak my truth or just what it seems?
It makes this poetess,take a frustrated sigh.
Maybe in books, I should just browse?
Or put down my pen, and take a stroll out of the house?


                          10/27/2021
                              ~5~

                    Quatrain.  a,a,b,b

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Gershon Wolf October 28, 2021 at 7:52 PM I detect a dash or two of Dr. Seuss in this one, Pangie. Definitely a spicy-tasting muse. ~ Gershon Panagiota Romios October 29, 2021 at 2:39 AM Really? didn’t even think of that.It’s a good poem - I do think Pamgie

Joseph P. DiMino October 28, 2021 at 9:18 AM Write of the leaves the way you feel...and add your own spice to the pie -- and say, without freedom, bright as they seem, such colors fade, and the eyes soon sigh -- and the pie, for all, is only burnt crust, -- yummy fillings gone, when power over others becomes insatiable lust! Excellent read.... Panagiota Romios October 28, 2021 at 1:43 PM Cear Prince! Quite the poet you are! I haven't read anyones Poetry . Trying to reply to comments and posting for 12 hours! Now, napping shortly. Thank you for being such a great support. It's great we have a Trusting relationship. Hugs to Princess Ila from me! Panagiota

John Lawless October 28, 2021 at 5:44 AM Oh, is it not the purpose of the poet to write about the trivial and mundane and bring them to light and life, to allow them a rebirth of their beauty and depth through the lens of poetic imagination. Keep banging the keyboard Pangie. A mentor of mine told me repeatedly "the truth is true and all is well, unconquerable life prevails"....which I interpreted as "Ya can't let the bastards win" Panagiota Romios October 28, 2021 at 9:46 AM I never have let anything get me down. I do think know how I got this far in a little over two years..I have no intention of writing of the Beaty of nature. Hundreds do that well. My thing if freedom for humanity. Flowers can do without me. PEOPLE NEED TO STOP BEING WOKE. It’s so sad. Here’s what my mentor told me...The truth does not care who says it Panagiota check on how many poems I have written.

Elena Eagle October 28, 2021 at 3:06 AM A fun and inquisitive piece created by you. Well done. Panagiota Romios October 29, 2021 at 2:36 AM Thanks Elena for saying so. Love your concise comments. I am a windbag)) Pangie

Silpika Kalita October 27, 2021 at 11:08 PM I love the composition for its simplicity, dilema and splendid catharsis! It's difficult to create confessional one! Love to read more. Best wishes Silpika Panagiota Romios October 28, 2021 at 5:16 AM Silpika I have well over 2,470 poems in two years. Please help yourself and hope you find one you like. One should write without fear always. I cannot write well of meaningless these, like...shoes in my closet or make believe fairies in closets. I am not good at that.))) thank you for a return visit...Pangie