conversations about poetry
on a monday night
and what i want
is to tell you to run
the life of a poet
is filled with blood
and you will never be safe
you will always be sorry
your heart will always
fall from your sleeve
to be trampled
but we both know
it was never a choice
so i bite my tongue
purse my lips
squeeze hard
to hold the words in
just like so many other
long quiet nights
when i watched you
sleeping
and the only one
that escapes is
write
.
.
.
Linking up today with the fabulous dVerse poets for Open Link Night
January 8th, 2013 at 9:04 am
…The life of a poet is filled with blood…i like that… ’tis like demostrating what poesy means to you… as i’ve said in a poem of mine…when writing a poem you first think of honesty…then forget the beauty of frailty between thee & me…amalgamate misery & tragedy thru liberty…and lastly drop a blood of bouncing glee as you prepare to raise nobility…for you’re done with poetry… It’s good to reminisce those lines with ye…smiles…
January 8th, 2013 at 9:07 am
we are all glad that write escaped.
January 8th, 2013 at 9:33 am
It truly is never a choice. It is the closest to our soul, I do believe. Wonderful. Love.
January 8th, 2013 at 9:34 am
5 stars.
(out of 5)
xoxo
January 8th, 2013 at 11:04 am
Poignant and beautiful. Thanks, Mosk
January 8th, 2013 at 11:18 am
It is not a choice. I used to ignore it but it comes back calling…Nice write, Kelly.
January 8th, 2013 at 12:51 pm
I’m glad you don’t hold the words in…what a tragic loss of beauty that would be.
January 8th, 2013 at 1:34 pm
the only one that escapes is write…nice….yeah poetry is scary business…but hey at least that way you are not holding it in right? smiles.
January 8th, 2013 at 1:51 pm
This speaks truth. The life of a poet is not an easy one sometimes, but (as you know) it is very rewarding…and the only path to follow…and as for advising someone else, I understand the biting of the tongue.
January 8th, 2013 at 1:55 pm
Hauntingly beautiful.
January 8th, 2013 at 2:22 pm
This is so true. Nobody really know what goes on with a poet as to why they do what they do. There is a pain and pleasure in putting words together and I think you did a great job capturing that.
January 8th, 2013 at 3:10 pm
your heart will always
fall from your sleeve
to be trampled…. awesome…
January 8th, 2013 at 3:28 pm
Kelly–you have exposed yet another secret here, and I freaking love it.
January 8th, 2013 at 3:46 pm
I like the truth of that last line ~ Sometimes, we just need to let the words speak for us ~ Good one Kelly ~
January 8th, 2013 at 3:50 pm
i was never a choice. so many things are not.
haunting. nice.
January 8th, 2013 at 4:01 pm
Amazing! The ever flowing words in veins of a writer, they never sleep 🙂
January 8th, 2013 at 4:02 pm
Nice!! Kinda creepy!! I like it!! 🙂
January 8th, 2013 at 4:09 pm
Read this in my reader and had to click through and comment, although I’ve not much else to say except {wow} and {beautiful} and {YES!}
I have not heard of the dVerse open link night before, I might have to add it to my list of personal challenges for the year (and go check out some other poetry too of course, so thanks.)
January 8th, 2013 at 4:54 pm
Such a good write, Kellie…’the life of a poet is filled with blood’ so, so true.. Beautiful..
January 8th, 2013 at 5:34 pm
Very nice. I love when poets write about being poets .. we often seem to have the same view of our craft.
January 8th, 2013 at 5:38 pm
You can run, but you can’t hide. Don’t be skeert!
Nice one, Kelly!
January 8th, 2013 at 7:14 pm
So wonderfully poignant! “You will never be safe. You will always be sorry.” And there is nothing we can do!
January 8th, 2013 at 7:48 pm
Yes, risky business…but you manage the risk and win the pot here. Nice work. Don’t visit back–no post from me tonight.
SK
January 8th, 2013 at 7:53 pm
i feel the same way about visual art, it is similar in that it is a communication and it is challenging to distill.
January 8th, 2013 at 8:08 pm
Lovely = the watching while “you” sleeping can be read a variety of ways. And writing certainly does provide anchor/hand. k.
January 8th, 2013 at 8:58 pm
Yes!
January 8th, 2013 at 8:59 pm
Nope, it wasn’t much of a choice. Some nights I wish I could turn my brain off, & stop scheming up stanzas. But, that’s the price we pay 🙂
“your heart will always
fall from your sleeve”
Interesting way of looking at it. Original writing.
January 8th, 2013 at 10:05 pm
Adore this! GREAT work!
January 8th, 2013 at 10:45 pm
Regardless of the struggle
we trudge on
like artful troopers . . .
Leaving bloody footprints in our wake . . .
And the odd trampled heart too 🙂
January 9th, 2013 at 7:37 am
… and the heart does go a little bit with each new write
January 9th, 2013 at 10:08 am
very cool poem – I really enjoy this style.
January 9th, 2013 at 11:29 am
Who can say why we do this? Great piece, very well done.
January 9th, 2013 at 11:22 pm
Beautifully written. And there really is not a choice… we must just do.
January 10th, 2013 at 4:25 pm
Yes, no choice. 🙂
January 11th, 2013 at 8:24 pm
Wow, you know me so well and this wasn’t written about me. Fabulous