Purpose of Poetry

When visions, discoveries burn my soul
that which pours out of me is something forceful, 
maybe CHASTE. Although it's hard for many to embrace
ideas on an unconventional level... I still knead my fingers
on paper where the language of my voice chants
or hollers wildly--these hands grasping my teacup.

Morning wakes and I get lost in drained phrases,
a blueprint of journeys imagined...they are only words,
vacant lines about nature, anguish, even love...
Yet here is life in poetry which rises above
what is expected. And I blaze unknown trails
when moonshine grants me the favor of raking this navel
and speak from a space that marks my integrity.

I believe that weaving a story is my endowment
to  echoing dreams needing full exhalation;
to untold traumas masked by social graces...
more so, to all innocent wiles, tastes, fragrances
borne out of my will to convey the unusual,
deserted remembrances , where a universe
of people meets in serendipitious places--
those ardent moments defining man as a divine human. 

Only then would my oolong tea blow cold,
and my moving poetry become vulnerably warm.


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10/16/2020
Beth Evans' A Duty of Poetry Contest

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Craig Cornish

February 28, 2022 at 10:51 AM

So very much miss your writes - your mind!

Vernon Witmer

November 6, 2020 at 11:46 AM

Added to my list of favorites. I always enjoy poetry describing a poets viewpoint of their reality. To me, a poem without such accompanying reference is just an arrangement of words. Though it may be lyrical, beautiful, or full of universal appeal, it is incomplete without the poet's own consciousness being evident. To.."speak from a place that marks my integrity." is, to me, the essence of good poetry

Jennifer Proxenos

October 26, 2020 at 9:46 AM

Only then would my oolong tea blow cold, and my moving poetry become vulnerably warm - the purpose of poetry Divine Poem! Hugs and blessings Nette and many congrats, my word you are so talented. Hugs and blessings, Jennifer.

Regina Mcintosh

October 21, 2020 at 9:13 AM

This is quite beautiful and it's a fave for me :) Congrats and LOVE it. God bless you dear friend and fellow poet :)

Suzanne Delaney

October 17, 2020 at 10:08 AM

So passionately expressed Nette, as always, you do. Our will to express the unusual, says it all. On L3 two words have run together and need your poet’s touch for correction lol Luv, SuZ

Mystic Rose Rose

October 17, 2020 at 10:04 AM

I believe the best thing to do in the morning is have a cup of tea and read some of Nette's fine poetry. (smile) you have done an outstanding job dear friend, hope all is well, Sending hugs and prayers wishes for your good health. xo

Frederic Parker

October 17, 2020 at 9:02 AM

to have such clairity of thought about a subject filled with illusions...

Vijay Pandit

October 17, 2020 at 5:38 AM

Well done my friend--And I blaze unknown trails when moonshine grants me the favor of raking this navel....awesome!

Jennifer Proxenos

October 17, 2020 at 4:29 AM

I have been a poetry addict from 14 years old but had long breaks in between. Only about two and a half years ago, did I pluck up the courage to join a poetry site and by the grace of God, I chose the best and most honorable one, and it was a friend that persuaded me, she said if you don't send them I will take them and do it for you! We are what we really are when we write poetry, no frill or fancies, just our plain selves. Lovely poem Nette, a fave. Hugs and blessings, Jennifer.