How moved was ‘I’ with true inspiration
As you gave it to me straight
Understanding turned in me,
I ‘felt’ despite my numbed fingers
Or my straightened circumstances
As your re-cordings un-bound me.
Heightened, shortened, lightened
Perhaps I should put they re-moved me?
They did indeed though ‘no-one saw’.
As I was moved for the second time
On the next reading.
Sharp as any blade an impression was made
Yet I, un-squashed as it were
Jubilant at the expressive power
Now filled with desire, no……
Swollen with new feeling, ideas, perhaps?
Now new whole volumes I will sire
Or just a few lines.?
But not too tangly.!
©Joe Maverick 18-3-2013
The above write is just about the way we use words and
the effect poetry can have on anyone; its not about a specific
person..I have had trouble putting
this where it should go so had to put it here!
lost in a dream full of yesterday's vision
trying to follow the instinctive lies
squirming and earning such cries of derision
I was so incredibly wise
Nowhere was somewhere and I wasn't waiting
for others to dig and for others to find
lying and crying with thoughts on debating
sweet senatorial lies
there is nowhere to go at the point of confession
words just keep spilling and spinning away
binding me tighter the lies in concession
spin on to the end of the day
rhetoricly speaking voice cordings creaking
rambling on and escaping forever never and ever
I'm skating away on melting ice leaking
faster than family ties
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