Thoughts are rolling 'round My mind on language wheels and carousels Building momentum From the spin and leaping off Into the air Grabbing ahold of trapeze words Hanging from lines of lexicon On and on they spring and swing Tumbling free Through whispering breeze Then catching bows of gossiping trees Who mock as they are wont to do The argot of the rhyming bees Who buzz so, flitting busily Perchance parlance Sticks well enough, but Comes a thought that finds no words In spin no words In flight no words In wind no words Within no words And so such thought is never heard Nor ever seen Hopelessly dropping endlessly Clutching grabbing desperately For term unknown forever Cursing wordlessly My untold limitations
Open Link Night
For today’s Open Link Night at d’Verse, I’d like to share a poem that I wrote in the summer of 2020, not long after I’d created this blog.
Self-expression continues to fascinate and frustrate me – both in general and with poetry in particular because I spend so much of my time conceiving new verses.
I question the extent to which I am able to convey what I intend at all. While it’s lovely that art is in the eye of the beholder, and its interpretation is, therefore, in the beholder’s mind, where does that leave those who hope to convey their ideas with any measure of precision?
Let’s write poetry together!
When it comes to partnership, some humans can make their lives alone – it’s possible. But creatively, it’s more like painting: you can’t just use the same colours in every painting. It’s just not an option. You can’t take the same photograph every time and live with art forms with no differences.–Ben Harper (b. 1969)
Would you like to create poetry with me and have a completed poem of yours featured here at the Skeptic’s Kaddish? I am very excited to have launched the ‘Poetry Partners’ initiative and am looking forward to meeting and creating with you… Check it out!
64 thoughts on “Thought, or: Language”
My delight ❤
If you were the only fan of my poetry, Abi, that would be enough for me ❤
♡Perchance parlance Sticks well enough, but Comes a thought that finds no words In spin no words In flight no words In wind no words Within no words♡
Wow and there you found the words in the moment of being devoid of words.
Without lack or limitation you pronounced them.
🥰😍 Abi 😍🥰
For precision one doesn’t use poems. Your words speak to the hearts, that’s poetry. ❤️
*sigh* I do hope so…
I can vouch for it. ❤️