Beginning with the alphabet
she excelled at learning,
saw letters as a mighty key
opening doors of her yearning.
connecting letter to letter
forming words of great wonder
from which to tell a story, either
lightly, or of hardened plunder.
(always a thesaurus and
dictionary at hand,
nose in reference books
trying hard to understand.)
a poet by nature
in love with the written word
she'd gather them to her
warming to all she'd ever heard.
discovering poetry and the greats,
finding Blake, Emerson Plath, and Poe
the latter mystifying her senses
with feelings of urgency, loss and woe.
putting pen and words to paper
became her joy in art,
she learned words have the power
to gentle or madden a reader's heart.
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Comments
Your title is great!...
I wish that you had left off the title repeated at the top of the page,
and started the first word of "Beginning" capitalized and she in lower-case.
You might want to eliminate Blake's name just for the change in meter, or keep him
because...
another place is: "with feelings of urgency, loss and woe"
I would twist it a little and say, [feeling urgency, loss and woe]
I really like this heroine, who uses her mind and words to write of wrongs.
Sounds like somebody I know. All-in-all, a great poem! ~ Geez.
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thank you dear Geezer,
I appreciate the helpful suggestions you afford me. I will work on it tomorrow, as I'm really pooped. it has been a very long day. been dealing with some raw emotions since last night. I sent you a p.m. telling you about it.
know someone like that, huh? Great.
*hugs, Cat
I love the theme
The author is the subject and it makes for a profound effect. This poet removed from the experience she is in fact engaged in whist writing. Lost in the nostalgia of words.
Pretty strong rhythm and rhyme. I believe the timing could be improved to inorganic near perfection but that’s never any fun. I like the variations in syllable count.
Hope all is well,
Tim
dear Tim,
most of the time, I just spew/write to get it out of me (this method, much like labor/giving birth) then I go back into meatball surgery on the poem. I love reading the comments and especially the suggestions I receive. I find them to be of great help! thank you and season's greetings to you.
* hugs & love, Cat
Words Exploding
Hi, Cat,
The love for words - I feel the excitement! Very nice!
L
thanks, L,
it still needs work, but due to recent events, I'm drained and unable to repair it completely. I appreciate your support.
*hugs, Cat
I compose as and when mostly sleeping dreaming
I compose as and when mostly sleeping dreaming
if it's good some say so others display their woe So I come to know Poetry is like a cobweb of a spider he continues till the end when he has lapped up all the saliva off he sleeps till the wind slams at him so be it so do as you know many will cry off and on Cat's just run along GONG!