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[Guest_PashernatePoet_*]

EDIT 1 26/9/05

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When roads are worked to a stage
Where they lose the point of taking me
Between where I haven't reached
And where I am tired of seeing,
I write a poem.

Or rather, a stanza worms its way
Up to me, yearly, without teeth
But toying with speech and the idea
Of grammar, sometimes metre and rhyme,
To charm your smiles.

And just as quickly, once its written,
The muse goes to sleep for another
365 days, give or take, until it seems
She was beheaded one week behind
The stacks of papers.

So it goes, I have exactly nineteen
Steps through verse set down by hand,
With each containing the words;
'If this happens to be the last, know that
I wrote, as well'.

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Annual

When roads are worked to a stage
Where they lose the point of taking me
Between where I haven't reached
And where I am tired of seeing,
I write a poem.

Or rather, a stanza worms its way
Up to me, yearly, without teeth
But toying with speech and the idea
Of grammar, even metre and rhyme,
Though rarely so much.

And just as quickly, once its written,
The muse is gone to sleep for another
365 days, give or take, until it seems
She was beheaded one week behind
The stacks of papers.

So it goes, I have exactly nineteen
Steps through verse set down by hand,
And each one contains the words;
'If this happens to be the last, know that
I wrote, as well'.

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Notes: The tone here is similar to other poems I've put on this forum, so I am concerned the voice is wearing thin. Let me know if there's anything to be gained from altering the energy behind the poem, or anything else really.

[Psyche]

Hi Liam !  :sun:

Just dropping in to say that I'm very glad you've started univerisity, but at the same time I sincerely hope you'll allow your Muse to invade your thoughts as often as possible.

If you can write like this at 21, there's no knowing what heights you can reach if you open your heart to poetry !

The French poet Rimbaud used to lie about his age when he wrote poetry at 18, because he was afraid people wouldn't believe he was the authentic author.

Anyway, congrats on university, all the same !!

Hope to see you back at MM soon,
cheers,
Sylvia-Psyche  :snail: