infinite_dwarf

Jun 09, 2009 ⭐ View statistics (Premium feature)

Poetry Is:

The opportunity
to crack one’s head open
like an egg - and peer inside
A melee of emotion and expression
from unabashed frankness and indignation
to the closeted web of ambiguity

The rare glimpse
of a translucent soul
subsequently exposing what lies within
Witnessing strife; reflecting lost love,
the unfettered joy of a child
or simple intimacies of daily living

The humbleness felt
from crafted words
leaping from a page
Sitting entranced,
senses overwhelmed
by stunning true beauty

The whirlwind of emotion
both given and received
as a writers’ soul is laid bare
waiting to be empathised
its insight understood,
a harvest cherished unto eternity

— infinite_dwarf, Jun 09, 2009

About the Author

Region, Country: North Carolina, USA, USA

Favorite Poets: E.A. Poe, Lewis Carroll, Charles Bukowski, Michael McClure, Lawrence Ferlenghetti.

Critiques

Pixee

17 years ago

Very Interesting

I enjoyed this write. You write well. It was a little deep and I thoroughly enjoy it. Keep on keeping on. Take care! Peace, Pixee

infinite_dwarf

17 years ago

I think this will be getting a revision soon, as my dear friend below there made some really good points. Thanks for the visit and comments. ~Jess K. ----------------------- "So I open my door to my enemies, and ask could we wipe the slate clean? But they tell me to please go fu** myself; you know you just can't win" - Pink Floyd

professor

17 years ago

The inside out of poetry's allure

I enjoyed this one Jess although i felt it became a little lost at times and there were a couple of places where i felt it needed rearranging a little to give the impact and flow more effect. In the second verse you also use "soul" as singular and then treat is as if it is plural. Anyway i know by now that you dont mind me making suggestions by editing your poem slightly to show you what i mean so here goes: The opportunity to crack one's head open like an egg - and peer inside A melee of emotion and expression from unabashed frankness and indignation to the closeted web of ambiguity The opportunity to make one's soul translucent and see right through it Witnessing strife; reflecting lost love, the unfettered joy of a child or simple intimacies of daily living The humbleness felt from crafted words leaping from a page Sitting entranced, senses overwhelmed by stunning true beauty The whirlwind of emotion both given and received as a writers’ soul is laid bare waiting to be empathised its insight understood, a harvest cherished for eternity My best as always Keith

infinite_dwarf

17 years ago

point taken

I see what you mean about the singular/plural thing. As for the flow, I'll be sure to take a look at that, too. I really like your suggestions, and will try to incorporate them as best as I can with a revision. Maybe the established rhythm that I hear in my head isn't coming across as well as I would have liked. Thanks for your help - I'll see what I can do. =) ~Jess K. ----------------------- "So I open my door to my enemies, and ask could we wipe the slate clean? But they tell me to please go fu** myself; you know you just can't win" - Pink Floyd

bjp

17 years ago

Dear Infinite,

You are on the move. This poem defines the issue: one major point for which causes the existence of poetry. And it is both hugely scary and exhilarating, that poetic jump - that initial free fall. Contemplation of the fear and outcome is a preliminary requirement. I do like your direction of late. Brian P.S. I would prefer to address you by your given name, if your are willing to allow such.

infinite_dwarf

17 years ago

ahh skydiving!

Yes, it seems my muse is well rested from a nice vacation, so she's working overtime. I'll freely admit that she was really slacking off, as even I wasn't proud of some of the writings coming forth. Thank you for commenting, and please, do call me Jess. If I weren't so established as infinite_dwarf here, I would have changed my nickname long ago... ~Jess K. ----------------------- "So I open my door to my enemies, and ask could we wipe the slate clean? But they tell me to please go fu** myself; you know you just can't win" - Pink Floyd

poewriter58

17 years ago

Jess

This write is brilliant as dear Kaz would have said . You've nailed what a poet is. I do like Keith's revisions. Love the new Picture of you Mom

Lonnie

17 years ago

An instant Classic, Jess!

Revisions or no, I appreciate the purity of this piece and the passionate soul of the writer! You've spoken the true meaning of what it is to be poetically inclined and made us all aware of how truly talented you are!

leonard daranjo

17 years ago

I LOVE IT JESS

I am not sure about what it was before any revisions you may have added but I really love this piece - its flow; its nuances; its truth; its power. Wonderful word-craft. Leonard

Ink Dragon

17 years ago

Jess,

this is intense and powerful, it lives up to the promise of its title. One of your best writes yet, I believe. Yours, ~Nina P.S. a writers' soul-> a writer's soul?

infinite_dwarf

17 years ago

Thankyou, Nina and Leonard

I can't take full credit for this work - Keith ever so generously helped to shape it with his suggestions. Maybe I should be listing it as an almost co-write at this point? Nina - writers' soul is intentional to convey a plurality of writers. But, both the singular as well as the plural kind of work, so I'll probably leave it as stands. Thank you, everyone, for your input. ~Jess K. ----------------------- "So I open my door to my enemies, and ask could we wipe the slate clean? But they tell me to please go fu** myself; you know you just can't win" - Pink Floyd

faerybeki

17 years ago

Jess, yes, you have it here,

Jess, yes, you have it here, this poetry thing, beautifully wrapped up and wonderfully expressed! fantastic job! much love b xx

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