Thoughts in me are alive,
They're pulling out in flames,
A poet's mind is on fire,
In a deep creative blaze.
Each night and day,
I felt the embers glow,
I'm now a burning candle,
grafted from a divine light.
Who will help me out?
Who will bring peace to me?
I'm restive in my own self,
like a wild fire blazing...
This night I wrestled alone,
but this fire can't free me,
it kept clutching me down,
while I was yielding its light.
I knew what this all about,
when it comes, it ignites,
enlightening me heavily,
but weary of it's presence.
©® Onyinyechi Cosmos Etu
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I get it...
there are times when I get weary of beating a dead horse too! It seems like we go over and over the same issues without any
obvious effect. Your piece reflects the weariness and exasperation with simple language, and it flows well from beginning to end. I would change only two words, in the first line, it should be: "Thoughts in me [are] alive, and in the fourth stanza, it should be, "[while] I was yielding its' light." Everything else is good. ~ Geezer.
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Done!
Thank you so much for your advice. It really fits in!
Truly, I couldn't sleep at all today. Verses kept coming in...Until I wrote this!
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Like the stanzas and the form
I thought the rhyme and rhythm seems a bit forced, until I saw that each stanza's last two lines end with 13 syllables. Did you design that, or just was that your muse?
that life is full of burning issues... it never stops...
Not at all!
Well, Ray, that's your observation. But the poem is not forced! That just my muse. I don't know if you have noticed when inspirations comes upon your head, how do you feel? I couldn't sleep until I penned down this poem. Read the poem thrice and you will get the message well. Thanks for stopping by.
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Yes…. Getting it written down is urgent
I understand. Interesting that yiur poem has the almost identical syllable count in the last two lines of each stanza. Didn’t mean to be upsetting to you….
Nice poem here.
Alright
Thank you so much !
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