Once I Was A Poet

Cherry

By Bee

Mon, 07 Jul 2014
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25 comments
 

Once, I was a poet -
or a child who liked words
and the sound of her voice. 

I believed I was a poet,
broken hearted at the loss
of love before its story.

I thought I was a poet,
because I was in awe of the beauty 
I hoped to capture on paper.

Cherished wife - doting mother
writing diaries; afraid to miss a moment 
as time left her lonely.

Poetically inclined, I headed blind through 
tragedy with bright dramatic majesty, choking
self imposed catastrophe through alcohol dried tears.

Exquisite misery, inspirational,
sensational, reasonless rhymelessness
with incidental assonance of momentary balance

swept away each chance of happiness
with the rhythmic beats of a fickle heart.
I must be a poet, I said,

wasting life, as only a poet has time,
existing through regret, dwelling on failure,
then writing about it.

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Comments

Submitted by agnosticnun on

Clearly, you are a poet. (That one spoke to me.)

Kristi

Submitted by Bee on

Pleased it did. Thank you, Kristi.

Bee

Submitted by scratch on

agnosticnun's absolutely spot on.  I love this Bee.

 

Submitted by Bee on

Thank you, scratch.

Bee

Submitted by Starfish Girl on

Fantastically poetic in thought and deed!

Lindy

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks Lindy.

Bee

Submitted by Bee on

Thank you for the cherries X

 

Bee

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on

Bee - fantastic, indeedsmiley 

Tina

 

Submitted by Bee on

Thank you, Tina, for the comment and the smile.

Bee

Submitted by Parson Thru on

And all so wonderfully shared. It's what poets do. You are a poet.

Parson Thru

Submitted by Bee on

Thanks Kev.

x

Bee

Submitted by jeand on

HI Bee,

I too loved it - and the way you changed the feel of it half way through as life became more difficult and poetry seemed the only answer.

Jean

Jean Day

Submitted by Bee on

I know what you mean, Jean. It starts out so positive and become more uncertain as it goes. Glad you thought that worked.

Glad you are back, too - you were missed.

Bee

Submitted by luigi_pagano on

It ticks all the boxes, Bee. Not only you are a poet, but an excellent one.

Luigi x

 

Submitted by Bee on

What a great complement, especially coming from a great poet like you, Luigi.

Thank you.

Bee

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

Hi Bee,

this is a truely wonderful poem and one I can relate to myself.  It's always there,  that need to capture life with words whether it be a poem or a story.   You've done a great piece of writing here.  Very much enjoyed and well deserved of the cherries.  yes

Jenny.

 

Submitted by Bee on

So pleased you could relate to it, Jenny, and that you enjoyed.

Thank you for your encouragement. 

Bee

Submitted by VeraClark on

This is superb Bee, I think you can interpret it seriously or with some humour, too. Depends which type of poetic mood oe;'s Worzel Gummidge head has at the onset. I got a sense of tongue in cheek, but irregardless, the words are spot on and give a verbal whipping.

 

Submitted by Bee on

Very much - tongue in cheek - (so glad you picked up on that), but with a serious edge, too. 

Thank you - really pleased you liked.

Bee

Submitted by RJF on

I don't know much about poetry Bee buit I know that I lovev this R x

 

Submitted by Bee on

Thank you, R. Much appreciated.

 

Bee

Submitted by Denzella on

Hello bee,

I'm no tenough of a  poet to go into the structure andtechnnical aspects but Idddoknowwha tililke..

Your poetry speks to me andmakes my hear tsing.

Moya

Sorry aboutstreamof cnsciousness

 

Submitted by Bee on

Hi Moya.

I'm not enough of a poet for that either. Same as you, I just know what I like. So glad you liked this. That I could possibly make someone's heart sing is the greatest complement. No one's ever said that before - thank you.

Bee

Submitted by jolono on

Sorry Bee came late to this. Could be read in two ways, taking the piss out of yourself or seriously! I think there is a bit of both in this and THAT'S why it's so good.

This stanza was brilliant, it has such rhythm.

Poetically inclined, I headed blind through 
tragedy with bright dramatic majesty, choking
self imposed catastrophe through alcohol dried tears.

But then again it's all so damn good.

 

 

Submitted by Bee on

Hi Joe - you took it as intended - 'a bit of both'. I was absolutely thrilled when I read your comments - really encouraging. Thank you so much.

Bee