Words are falling all around me
But yet I cannot pick out the right ones
To tell you how I feel
It’s all a blur
I can’t see through
To find out what I feel
One thanks me, for caring so much
The other curses me, for caring so little
I’m lost in what I feel
And words are still swirling by
Chaotically fast
Twirling and dancing
Calling, “Pick me! Pick me!”
Yet nothing sounds right
So many words and yet again
None of them can tell you
How I feel
One day I will find those words
The perfect way to convey
But by that time you’ll be long gone
As they always are, when the right words
Swirl by and come together
Reblogged this on Angel's Reverie and commented:
Poetry bt Cari Wiese
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Thanks for the reblog!
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very welcome Cari, hope you write and share more, it’s a wonderful piece of poetry 🙂
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I have been thinking of posting more poetry lately. Usually I write it and just leave it in my journals, but I should probably put more on here. Thank you!
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This makes me happy. Love to see writers write.
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I’ve shared your work with the rest of the #GrueHeads and they love it.
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I knew I’d seen that hashtag in my Twitter somewhere! After my initial googling (and blog reading), I turned to Twitter to read the hashtag posts, and I realized many of us already follow each other!
Let me just say that after learning the true meaning of your sharing my work with the GrueHeads, I am completely flattered. Thank you so much! Best compliment of my year so far, hands down.
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Hopefully you will join us. We have a FB page a Semi Private Group as well
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Headed over to check it out now!
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Now you’ve piqued my curiosity and I’m off to discover who the #GrueHeads might be!
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This poem is a really good poem. The poem lays out the struggle we have sometimes in expressing what we feel not only as poets but as ordinary people, too. I would say, though that one day those words will come together before the person of your affection leaves. 🙂
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Words are always hard, in a way. The more emotion behind the words, the more we want them to be perfect. It is a constant struggle, especially for writers. There are things we want to say, but only in the right words. There are things we can’t ever say, but wish the words could be freed. Most people probably don’t agonize over such things. Because words mean so much to me, I do.
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The same for me as well, Cari. That’s the main reason I am a poet. Poetry is such an intimate part of who I am. My poetry is me on paper. It’s my attempt at letting those interested, to see the magic that I see in this world around me. I just keep working on it until I get it right. I hope to see more of your poetry soon.
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There is magic in poetry. It’s nice to hear from someone who understands the depth of that magic. I love to write poetry, though I never considered myself a poet. I probably should spend more time on it, though. I usually feel the most free when writing poetry. I love that the words can have meaning to me, yet translate differently to a reader’s soul. But then, that is the magic of the poem. Thank you for commenting!
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Oh, I do know that feeling of way too many words though not the ones I want… Lovely piece!
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I definitely tend to be long-winded when I don’t know exactly how I want to say something. I end up rambling around trying to use ALL the words rather than finding the right ones.
Thank you for reading and commenting!
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Reblogged this on Cobblestone – a blog and commented:
Commented on this one the other day because I like it! Today, it reminded me of an old piece of mine – took some time to dig it out as it turned out to be from April 2006… :
Words coming home
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I could write
But no particular subject appear
I should write
The need is suddenly there, appearing from nowhere
Opposite of writer’s block, I should think
But just as desparate
Words tumbling around, looking for paper
Longing to be strung together
Looking for the sentences to which they belong
And not finding any
Where is it, the subject?
Lots of verbs around
Colourful adjectives
Even a pronoun!
But no subject to offer them context
They’ll flutter around for a while
The words
In vain
Then they’ll settle
Merely being part of the usual thoughts
Conversations
And dreams
Not gloriuous prose, stanzas or rhyme
But at least they will find use
And use in lovers’ gentle talk
Isn’t the worst of uses either
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I love that you mention the opposite of writer’s block. Often, people think that writer’s block is the absence of any words. In my experience, I tend to be “blocked” more by choices than words. I can’t choose a plot twist or how a character should react. So I sit, stuck with zero words, because I feel I can’t move forward without making a choice. So many options, yet no practical use.
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Thank you for the reblog!
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My pleasure!
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