The sun shines with broken seasonal rains
Besides, the wind blows on, all the year round
Carrying with it soft sounds since silenced
From the mouth of one who was first to speak
Harvested crops found their way to stomachs
Through the filtered nature of tinted self
Draped in a cloak of grey on smoggy screen
The protector of sacred scrolls dictates
I fight to transmit with quill pen and ink
Jotting words with difficult maneuver
These captured echoes of silence rumbled
Circumvented the coloured world of orbs
While my nimble fingers move frenziedly
All in quest of style and denotation
Words flow seamlessly from the core within
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Iboro
That your title shouts, yet your piece writes of a struggle for the written words that should flow,
Try to whisper, then the words will flow in order as they cannot overcome each other, they will form up in lines as a regiment of form, I wait for your whispers, Yours Ian.T
Psss...psss...psss
The wisper of uncordinated words still hunt my lips and pen. By this I mean, of all I have learnt or come to know, any time I open my mouth to speak, I stammer or talk in a way that makes me think I should not have opened my mouth in the first place.
Thank you my dear friend and best wishes.
tr
beautiful alliteration and
beautiful alliteration and descriptive in
‘soft sounds since silenced’
this write really needs a few reads in order to really take it all in
beautifully written blank verse
I have been really carried along with this write – but I am not sure why
one suggestion
‘While my nimble fingers moved frenziedly’
I would make ‘moved’ ‘move’ to bring it to present tense…
love judy
xxx
Swollen head...
My head is swollen by your remark on the use of alliteration and at the same time deflated by my infelicities on the use of tense and articles. Thank you for being the eyes that see where mine have failed. Best wishes.
tr
You have all the critique you need from Ian and Judy
Love this poem.
It has been a great privilege to me to follow your work and growth as a poet.
Thank you
You have been the one who has encouraged me this far and my story cannot be complete without you, best wishes.
tr
Iboro
Just you keep on writing, bring to our table some of the best gifts of your words, leaving some for later.
What a lovely lot of remarks about your work and may I add that you have since arriving here excelled in your writing.
The poetry is fine but never forget your roots where your words can be used to help.
It is a pity that you cannot go to the schools and read to them of their history and the beautiful flow that your poetry now gives us..
Yours as always Ian.T