Showing posts with label Poet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poet. Show all posts

Monday, 24 May 2021

Dreamer Dreamed

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Subtle changes can make a world of difference. 




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Dreamer Dreamed       -      20 May 21 

The Poet and the Dreamer
Dreamed the stories 
Of his lives
One day he discovered 
That the dreams
Were a little different 
And that someone else
Was steering them 
Now he was living
In a different dreamers dream



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And all because... 

Saturday, 4 December 2010

Muse Songs...Poet Sings


This poem grew without any inspiration from external sources initially - it just seemed to flow.





Muse Songs...Poet Sings - 04 Dec 10


Muse:

Take my words
Feel them
Let them grow within you
Let your love
And warmth
Feed them...
For me

Poet:

In your hands
My love
You shape my thoughts
Weave the words
Tease me
With ideas
Images
Feelings
Show me places
From which
I...

Muse:

Let me hold you
Mould you
Please your senses
Take you
From here
To the land
Where you will birth
The words for me

Poet and Muse:

Within us
Whispers of the Heart
Shout loud
Echo through
And ignite our love...
The song grows





When I say "initially", I mean that I was just about to write the final stanza when I received a tweet from a friend incorporating the line "Whispers of the Heart" and it called me to insert it into the poem. So I would like to thank Pat Hammett [@Wild_Petals] now, for her unintentional piece of inspiration - thank you.


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Wednesday, 1 December 2010

Poet's Spell


This is another example of just hearing a couple of words somewhere and a whole poem growing from there. This one is a departure from my usual themes but I felt that a change would be good.





Poet's Spell - 01 Dec 10

The piper plays
A merry tune
But within it lies
A hidden melody
Carrying a secret
From ancient days

The choir sings
Tells of days
From whence the mystery
Comes
And grows
Within the sacred grove

The piper and the minstrel
Duet
Offer the words
To charm the trees
And wrest the
Ancient stones to dance

Mortal ears can hear
If they choose
But so often
Will ignore
The song before them
And the choir falls silent

Who will join the poet now
To weave the words
To bind the song
And allow the melody
To grow again
And charm the world





I wonder if this fits into any other sequence of poems I have written - I suspect that the answer is yes and it may be a way of rekindling the energies in them.

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