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The Inkling

This should probably not be a poem not one that leaves these covers splayed in any form save smoke A tale of a dungeon decisive torture an evil spell a dragon to be slain Or less dramatically A prison of the mind replete with soul decay fists flying fervently to the beat of a toxic refrain I have been told the pen is a sword That fire breathing beasts may be drawn and conquered I could draw a Phoenix 6/14/2019

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Christopher Flaherty

Date: 7/13/2019 5:47:00 PM

Schade my Niece Has a Pheonix Tattoo or Ink on her forearm dedicated to my Dad her Grandad who she looked after before he passed from Cancer. Pen that Pheonix Maureen And i pray that draw shall be uplifted to a WIN

Maureen Mcgreavy
Date: 7/14/2019 8:02:00 AM

Of the ink persuasion myself, that is a beautiful story Chris. Perhaps, when I win this war, I may celebrate with a tattoo (oh YES, now that, is inspiring). Thank you. xomo

Charlie Knowlton

Date: 7/8/2019 6:39:00 AM

Had an inkling this poem would be good and it is…Congrats Maureen.

Maureen Mcgreavy
Date: 7/8/2019 7:31:00 AM

Thank you Charlie! I am a work in progress ;), xomo!

M. L. Kiser

Date: 6/25/2019 5:29:00 PM

Another Fav, Maureen, the depths of this piece resonate with my psyche.

Maureen Mcgreavy
Date: 6/26/2019 7:06:00 AM

I'm thrilled, honoured, and touched that that this piece resonates with you. Thank you x

Eric Ashford

Date: 6/25/2019 11:30:00 AM

The poems has many layers, and it allows the reader to see what is in their own minds when the words point the way. Much enjoyed

Maureen Mcgreavy
Date: 6/25/2019 12:42:00 PM

Thank you Eric. Now that I think of it, I believe I tend to write with that intention ;) Cheers! xomo

Earl Schumacker

Date: 6/20/2019 10:45:00 AM

Hi Maureen, Great title! Great language usage. Powerful imagery. "A prison of the mind replete with soul decay fists flying fervently to the beat of a toxic refrain" is something to be envious of as a fellow poet. Look at me. I'm blushing. Nice stuff. Earl

Maureen Mcgreavy
Date: 6/20/2019 11:57:00 AM

Now I'm blushing. Thank you my friend. xomo

Rhona Mcferran

Date: 6/19/2019 8:07:00 PM

You ARE a phoenix, my lovely friend! ;) This is so poignant.... I am so glad you shared this "inkling", because it so eloquently expresses things that are difficult to define in mere words. Great work! *hugs*

Maureen Mcgreavy
Date: 6/20/2019 6:35:00 AM

Thank YOU! I was not sure if anyone would get this one, or if it was any good ;) not like when working on a painting, you can hold up a mirror to see it outside of yourself, doesn't work with writing. Hugs! xomo

Michelle Faulkner

Date: 6/16/2019 4:02:00 PM

This is both fragile and brave, especially the closing lines, I want to stand and applaud and say 'Bravo!' (but I'm in a library right now so I have to be quiet!)

Maureen Mcgreavy
Date: 6/20/2019 6:31:00 AM

Thank you Lovely. I had a cheeky reply, someth'n about passing notes ;) the Gremlins stole it. Hugs! xomo

Jeff Connelly

Date: 6/14/2019 10:17:00 PM

Maureen rebirth. How are your "mind pills" working? If this poem is an example then pop them all the time. I truly love the line "fists flying fervently" followed with the next lines word "beat". Admiration for this one Maureen. Thank you.

Maureen Mcgreavy
Date: 6/20/2019 6:05:00 AM

And thank you, for the "beat" comment; no greater joy for a poet, to be known between their lines.

Maureen Mcgreavy
Date: 6/20/2019 6:01:00 AM

Hello Jeff! I had written a long reply to this, damn gremlins. Supplements seem to be helping, not yet on the smart drugs... This piece, I ordered a book on how to heal your concussion, Chinese Medicine; removing the fuel source by writing out the cause of the negative thought patterns, then burning it. Thank you Jeff, xomo