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Feb 04, 2015

A Beautiful Life Going Waste .REVIEWED BY NEO'S BEST POETS

I am wasting this beautiful life
sleeping all day all night
the snows keep me indoors
as I am not independent
but this laps top befriends me
more than does my own kith and kin
i reveal my inner self to the world
far and wide
and within my shell of loneliness
i slide
i can't that hide

a lovely dog they give me as a present
in this self wrought prison
I think tis the best present
as words flow out of me
like the Niagara
which also now has been rendered solid
if you want to melt my words
do use a candle.

AND AS SONNETIZED BY JUDY

I’m wasting here this beautiful free trip
I sleep the day away, and then all night
the cold and snows contain a certain nip
it seems I’m not immune, now, to their bite

I’m weary, through each day I seem to slide
I struggle with the fear and I am torn
within my shell of loneliness I hide
in this, my self-made prison, I’m forlorn

but see - my lap-top has befriended me
as too, a dog – ‘twas gifted by my kin -
they help reveal my inner self and free
the thoughts that seek attention from within

to melt my words, use candles and be kind
for, as they flow from me, my soul’s entwined

About This Poem

Style/Type: Free verse

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: UNIVERSE...ETERNITY C/O ME, ROU

Favorite Poets: All across the Internet whom I read

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Comments

Sparrow

One of your better writes, is this part of your life dulling through, (Shinning through if it was good)
If so communicate more and those that you talk with will be more than a mere candle.
Take care young Bard,
Yours as always, Ian

Sparrow

I had a blow out in a van,
the front nearside went bang,
Dropped me in a ditch
My did I bitch
But was unscathed
My air bags did me save,
Keep writing young Bard
You see it isn't that hard'
Now to the edits for you,
Judy will see you through,
Her edit is in excellence
At no cost of golden pence
Yours, Ian

judyanne

I like this loved
Well written
Love judy
xxx

judyanne

what do you think of this?
.
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I’m wasting here this beautiful free trip
I sleep the day away, and then all night
the cold and snows contain a certain nip
it seems I’m not immune, now, to their bite

I’m weary, through each day I seem to slide
I struggle with the fear and I am torn
within my shell of loneliness I hide
in this, my self-made prison, I’m forlorn

but see - my lap-top has befriended me
as too, a dog – ‘twas gifted by my kin -
they help reveal my inner self and free
the thoughts that seek attention from within

to melt my words, use candles and be kind
for, as they flow from me, my soul’s entwined

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love judy
xxx

mand

mand

10 years 2 months ago

I really like this one. It is well crafted and I thoroughly enjoyed the read.

Love to you

Mand xxx

Esker

Esker

10 years 2 months ago

ha ha...I can be a critique too!! I got great lines!!
Serious! this is poetry! its your perspective and the way you write
that grebs my attention..
Do I really think so?
yes....Everyone is value..everyone is great
but then some have a perspective that
just has something more
cant greatly desirbie it

maybe experience
or natural ability
Poetry is a gift
or a dicipline

there is a huge difference
here....
I did not have it as intuition
and I did not work much
hard at it like others..

but in this mid range
I can see
off along the road
and on the road
the walk style of many
through the years..

Voice...
there..
you have a distinct
voice

thank you!

R

raj

10 years 2 months ago

the vivid picture you created nicely stuck by Judyanne in a gilt frame is what i found worthy of note

regards,

S

Glad that you don't include me among the best. Good honesty on your part lol. I liked this portrayal of a shut in with little more to do than try to connect with the world via internet and poetry. Line 10. Try deleting "then" and see if you like it better......stan