Terrell Martin Poet Rhyme

Pondering and Percolating

we writers strive to achieve our best  
to bring forth what percolates within our breast  
giving rise to thoughts that are eager to be 
placed on paper for the world to see

at times we struggle as if climbing walls
other times we buckle when we hear the call
crying out from deep down in our bones
for sweet release, to find a new home

for the words we hear in a muffled voice 
conflicted by each and every choice 
of letter, syllable, comma, phrase 
waiting to appear on a bare new page

we know it's hiding in that writer's womb
a seed of surprise waiting to bloom 
any moment now, from dawn to dusk
pondering, percolating is a must

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Jim Slaughter November 12, 2022 at 10:41 AM And you can tell the difference, Terrell, can you not, between a well-pondered and percolated piece of poetry and one dashed off in a rush? Much like the difference between a perfectly brewed cup of coffee...and instant!

Michael Tor September 3, 2022 at 4:55 PM Another exceptional theme and thoughts brought forth by you. Great Poetry here Terry.

Bill Baker September 3, 2022 at 3:30 PM Wonderful way of telling it like it is for us writers and poets, Terry. Loved the title. Write On! my friend. Bill

Jenna Logan August 21, 2022 at 11:13 AM We ponder our thoughts as they percolate while brewing. Then, our cup overflows with what we've created. Your rhythmic beat is always perfection, Terry. Jenna Logan August 21, 2022 at 4:25 PM Your response is very charming and I'm not sure I deserve such accolades. Thank you very kindly, Terry. Terrell Martin August 21, 2022 at 4:01 PM Jenna, coming from someone like you whom I consider a poetess "Extraordinaire," I'm thankful and humbled to the bone. Thanks for reading, commenting and lifting my spirits as you always do. Hugs & blessings too, Terry

Andrea Dietrich August 21, 2022 at 11:08 AM I know of that which you write. I sometimes feel sad that poets are hardly appreciated by the world. We are our own little kingdoms on the internet. Thank goodness for our peers and a few of our supporters who are not poets!!Very nicely done and thanks for your sweet comment on my love song. Terrell Martin August 21, 2022 at 3:58 PM As always, I'm so glad you approve, Andrea, and more importantly, relate to the spirit of this poem. Thanks again and if you didn't see it already, I sent you Soup Mail earlier:)