Touch me again...I dare you
for I await...with bated breath
trying to find my way back
to that festival of new beginnings
we once shared...where words were the topic of the day
Propose in me a scribing
Birth in me a writing...
an ode of inked enlightening
Arouse me with dissertation...
ideally... in form of poetic relation
Dream catcher, do your stuff
glisten and listen early in the morning...
Filter in me a dream... where fantasy...purports reality
Where the original characters, suddenly open the contents
of unfinished fantasies under pressure
Help us prove that all the love long gone
is yet still alive
Induce thoughts, seeking chemistry
Penned idolatry... spewing artistry
Where o... where art thine poetry?
Who's to blame if we push yesterday off a cliff
and forget that a hiccup in time
blinded our parade of black and white lines
as they redeemed what seems like a parody of pause
This lethargy of barren inspiration...
riddles me... taunting "once prosed melodies"
asphyxiating mobocracy... I beg you... set me free
Where do we go from here...?
Let the North winds blow hard enough
so we can forgive what we fought
like fighting cats in the night
Let us be inspired.....once more
while, harmony infiltrates...
to our ink's delight
Expressions of Suga &jakuper (9/29/11)
for I await...with bated breath
trying to find my way back
to that festival of new beginnings
we once shared...where words were the topic of the day
Propose in me a scribing
Birth in me a writing...
an ode of inked enlightening
Arouse me with dissertation...
ideally... in form of poetic relation
Dream catcher, do your stuff
glisten and listen early in the morning...
Filter in me a dream... where fantasy...purports reality
Where the original characters, suddenly open the contents
of unfinished fantasies under pressure
Help us prove that all the love long gone
is yet still alive
Induce thoughts, seeking chemistry
Penned idolatry... spewing artistry
Where o... where art thine poetry?
Who's to blame if we push yesterday off a cliff
and forget that a hiccup in time
blinded our parade of black and white lines
as they redeemed what seems like a parody of pause
This lethargy of barren inspiration...
riddles me... taunting "once prosed melodies"
asphyxiating mobocracy... I beg you... set me free
Where do we go from here...?
Let the North winds blow hard enough
so we can forgive what we fought
like fighting cats in the night
Let us be inspired.....once more
while, harmony infiltrates...
to our ink's delight
Expressions of Suga &jakuper (9/29/11)
Great expressions I felt the energy on this one, inspirational and uplifting Keep it going!
ReplyDeleteI absolutely love this verse. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Dreamcast! We both felt that same energy at wanting to write like we used to and as this effort shows...we still can feel it. Now we have to use it....
ReplyDeletethanks Mr....she is a great writer, and our muses hooked up for a great scribe.....glad you liked it, too...
ReplyDelete"to our ink's delight", well u sure delighted me!
ReplyDeleteI love way you speak of words n this poem! :)
ReplyDeleteAh what is it that quells the ink flow..what is it that sets it pouring?...Your piece is an inspiration for the poets floating in the neighbourhood i'm sure!
ReplyDeletewhy thank you Babs...twas our pleasure...:)
ReplyDeleteThanks Kae...It seems like words are my best friend lately....as so many are coming to me, and I don't know what to do with them...except write....lol
ReplyDeletethank you Deliiah...we used to write together because our styles are so similar, and it was easy because of that...I can hardly tell what my lines are...lol
ReplyDeleteWe share in being pleased that you enjoy it, she will be around when her computer is fixed...
bravo. I am museless and have been for over a year....this one spoke to me...volumes.
ReplyDeleteMay I borrow your dream catcher for a few days?
ReplyDelete:-)
Tamm...thanks...and I wish each day that you get your fire back for Poetry....
ReplyDeleteOf course Tom...take it ...I am filled to the brim with words.....and I hope to purge them soon...
ReplyDeletethanks for the love...
a dream catcher,, all your poems are dreamcatchers...love your words
ReplyDeleteAwww, thank you lady...I love dreaming, and writing, and being a catcher of words.....
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