Spend the Day With Poetry

Life comes at you
through a haze of words
distorted and cloaked
by the grey murk of meaning.
Its shape becomes solid
as it passes through
the last droplets of syllables.
In its flurry
Life knocks you aside
with a whoosh of stuff.
Leaving you stumbling
in its slip stream
wishing 
you could spend the day
with poetry.

Please follow this link to see the video that I was able to make for this poem on my way to work-
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KWL0GC0eLtM
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Lamoureux Avatar
December 23, 2017 at 3:21 PM
Thanks for all your kind visits and comments throughout the year Scott. I hope this time of year brings you and your family many blessings.
B. Avatar
September 11, 2015 at 12:43 PM
Really loved this poem! I always wish that I can spend all my days reading and writing.
A  Avatar
September 8, 2015 at 11:44 AM
Scott, Congratulations on having your poem featured on the home page. **SKAT**
Smith Avatar
February 25, 2015 at 5:07 PM
A bit embarrassed to say that I only started to read poetry at 52 years young.. now I can't imagine life without it. I was missing a beautiful world.. Hugs my friend.. Arlene
D. Avatar
February 18, 2015 at 10:12 PM
very awesome poem mr. scott. you grasped the emotion quite well.
Deschler Avatar
December 15, 2014 at 1:45 AM
No matter how my day is going, whether it is good or bad, I can always go and read some poetry, and just let it bring the comfort to me... A great poem you've written here, Scott. Well said!
Mister Roboto Avatar
November 2, 2014 at 3:27 AM
whoosh of stuff indeed! wow.
Maverick Avatar
November 2, 2014 at 2:14 AM
Good medicine there Scott..'
Horne Avatar
October 11, 2014 at 2:57 PM
yes, indeed - what better way to spend any day than with poetry!! Will check out the link
Dietrich Avatar
September 29, 2014 at 3:46 PM
Hey, you, get to work on that sonnet, RIGHT away!!!
Lamoureux Avatar
September 26, 2014 at 10:02 AM
I enjoyed the video Scott, bravo!
Dietrich Avatar
September 11, 2014 at 10:41 PM
ok, I am waiting for your NEXT great write!!
Horsman Avatar
September 11, 2014 at 11:18 AM
going to the link Scott,,although i believe this wonderful poetry stands on it own,,truly amazing it is...
Anish Avatar
September 10, 2014 at 10:43 PM
I volunteer 3 days a week at Poets House which is a 60,000 volume library of poetry. If you are ever in New York you should go there. As you say it is nice to spend the day with poetry. Peace & Love Matthew Anish
Dietrich Avatar
September 8, 2014 at 3:52 PM
wow, that is SO cool. You even put the words there. I wish I knew right off how to do these videos so I could put mine at youtube too!! I do have ONE poem that was used by a film guy. He made a movie with my poem A Tale of Fire and Ice. I should get the link to it and put it with my poem sometime. A three and a half minute production with actors! YEP, this one of yours is GREAT
Dietrich Avatar
September 7, 2014 at 12:28 PM
oh man, I have to get off here now , but i promise to come back later, probably tomorrow to see it. it's a big day. we are going to state fair for my belated Bday!!
Lawless Avatar
September 7, 2014 at 11:49 AM
...and leads you to find and read such a poem as this.
Allison Avatar
September 7, 2014 at 10:27 AM
Wow Scott I have just watched it it brings the whole poem to life! Great job! Hugs jan xx
Chakrabarty Avatar
September 7, 2014 at 9:55 AM
"Life comes at you through a haze of words distorted and cloaked" or "Its shape becomes solid" memorable lines.. distorted/cloaked/solid/vain/rigid words. They are not competent to convey real truth. Only poems can do that. Well written. Very meaningful. Thank you Scott.
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