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Offline Wordweaver

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The Poetry Cafe
« on: September 26, 2018, 04:22 PM »
The Poetry Cafe

Sometimes a man needs to return to his strength,
I know that deviation and change can ignite a spark
within your soul and create new friendships as well
but eventually one must return to their grass roots.

I woke up abandoned along some dusty highway watching
sheet music disappear like tumbleweed in a whirlwind.
I glanced over at my motorcycle with its twisted
front wheel, yes the wheel I had exchanged for at the
swap meet thinking it was superior to what I had.
Rusty rims covered with metal flake are like a cheap
friend they only dazzle in the sunshine.
I prayed as though I were speaking for someone else
for understanding and help but found silence not to
be so golden. 
 
I checked my cell phone but the numbers I had relied
on were suddenly blocked because they were busy.
I scrolled for some soothing music to help in this
hour of need but I received only silence
 
Then I heard the wind flap against my jacket and noticed
a piece of paper dancing and oscillating in perfect rhythm.
I pulled out this poem I had written long ago titled
song of agreement but singing did not agree with me,
it only served to seperate me from my true calling.

Suddenly My fingers could feel what I could not see,
my eyes could see what  my heart could feel, and
my ears could hear the soft bell of inspiration ring again.
I am a poet, a writer of song not a singer of song.
My strength was restored and I skipped back to town
sending a tow truck while I renewed my old friendships
drinking holy K-cup coffee and laughing at the poetry cafe.
Weave
a good poet is like a bride
Something old, something new, something borrowed
but mostly you.

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Re: The Poetry Cafe
« Reply #1 on: September 27, 2018, 07:31 AM »
Don't you just love epiphanies?!!  It can be difficult to express the journey, but you did it well.  You are a Poet, Weave, a really good one!!  As far as the motorcycle goes, they're a lot of fun, but life changing when things happen.  My husband is getting close to selling his, I think.  He isn't a poet, but I think he's about ready to find something else to take its place.  Keep laughing at the poetry cafe, and crying, and expressing, wondering, searching, writing songs, and singing with an occasional bike ride for more inspiration.   :yinyang
~ Marsha ~
 

"Abilities wither under faultfinding, blossom with encouragement." -- Donald A. Laird

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Re: The Poetry Cafe
« Reply #2 on: October 02, 2018, 03:35 AM »

Whatever it takes to keep you inspired - we all benefit!  :sunny
Be careful of your thoughts; they may become words at any moment.  ~  Ira Gassen

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Re: The Poetry Cafe
« Reply #3 on: October 03, 2018, 07:15 PM »
Thank you Daisy and Halo, you two offer enough inspiration for me
with your effervescent encouragement all the time.
Weave
a good poet is like a bride
Something old, something new, something borrowed
but mostly you.