Tuesday, March 4, 2014

Waiting

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Yesterday I read some poems,
to see if they'd rub off
on me, the way
Rumi loves his beloved,
Mary O. dwells within mystery
of people, nature, earth,
Pablo N.'s red pen bleeds
over all he sees,
giving everything merit -
his loves, his politics, his artichoke.
To him, even a speck deserves an ode.
I agree.

I read on-line lines of poet friends
who serve a feast of words, I try to eat,
to ingest, digest, devour with my hungry teeth,
hoping I, perhaps some day, be more like them.

Like a baby snail, I follow.
Unwilling to look too far
towards any destination, lest I get lost
in futility of wandering, wondering
of an arrival.

My poetic journey started with a bang,
an explosion of words, desires, hopes, love
for my poetic development.
But evolution is sometimes undetectable,
things seem unchanged.

As a poet, if I were earth,
dinosaurs would still roam, unsuspecting.
As a poet, I long for my new universe,
while I wait
for my own ice age.

(Submitted to Dverse Poets.)


21 comments:

  1. i agree...i think we dont see our evolution as much as others can see it in us...its very gradual...i learn a lot in reading others....and ha...you wont go extinct...by ice age or otherwise...you have a voice...keep using it...

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  2. Let us be "primitives" together!

    ALOHA from Honolulu
    Comfort Spiral

    =^..^= <3

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  3. I suspect, (I know) you are underrating your power, and the growth of your voice.

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  4. "But evolution is sometimes undetectable, / things seem unchanged." I am right there with you.

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  5. To recognize our own growth is sometimes the most difficult evolution of all. Great piece! I miss having the time to read and write with everyone!

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  6. I like this poem. You're good.

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  7. thanks for sharing your worlds with us. It helps mine grow beyond what I know.

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  8. Myrna, I love this poem so much..........one of your best! Sometimes when we think not much is happening, gestation is going on - and it births a poem like this one! I love "like a baby snail, I follow".....and, especially, "As a poet, if I were earth,
    dinosaurs would still roam, unsuspecting.
    As a poet, I long for my new universe,
    while I wait
    for my own ice age."
    Poems just dont come any better!

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  9. Perhaps it's more palpable if it's a vibrant force in your life...it will come if you want it...your style evolves as you do...slow is just fine, too..if you compare your earlier work with the present, you must see it is better ;)

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  10. it can be very hard to see your own growth... ugh, I'm def my own biggest critic...

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  11. Sometimes we don't detect the changes but reading other poems and digesting them inevitably affects or changes us ~ When I read Neruda's poems, you can bet that I will writing some love poems, smiles ~

    Take care Myrna ~

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  12. This is great.... I love it !

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  13. Myrna, I can identify with sometimes reading poems to see if something will rub off on me. I have a few favorites that will sometimes inspire if nothing else does. I also agree that evolution can be pretty undetectable; but if one compares one's poetry from one time to another one can sometimes see the change that has subtly taken place.

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  14. Myrna, the cxoncept behind this poem was very imaginative. >KB

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  15. A wonderful flow of words and images. Lovely!

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  16. ah.. yes.. it might start with a bang.. but the progression the evolution is slow and steadfast.. love your imagery on the ages ...

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  17. i think it's difficult for ourselves to see how our writing changes overtime...it is evolutionary slow sometimes we think and often we only find it in the details or have others that see and tell us... i try not to compare my writing to others..i get frustrated otherwise cause there's always someone who is better in everything we do - not only in writing life - and i think it's good to just go and write on - and fly a bit... smiles... started with a bang... i like...smiles

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  18. Nice poem. I find it both fascinating and scary to see how we change our skills over time.

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  19. Fantastic write Myrna! You bring realities into the open and cruise through with anticipation forever goodness will be detected, Clever twist!

    Hank

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  20. This is beautiful and at the same time it contains a self-confessed fragility that makes it strong as a poem. Loved it.

    Greetings from London.

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  21. As usual, it's wonder dear Myrna. So many layers of meaning that speak to me. I hope you are being kind to yourself. Much love across the miles.

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