This week’s prompt was comfortable to slip into. I looked for my favourite metaphors- ones I’ve used in the recent past and combined them to make something new.
it is only when writing poetry
that i get the chance to
both sharpen my quill
and spread my wingsit is only in poetry that my world comes alive
-a world where sorrows are placed in the bags under eyes
where wounds and weapons lie separate
and where hearts threatens to beat themselves to death
while trapped in cages of bruised ribs
©Vivian Zems
Poets United-Midweek Motif- Writing Poetry
April 3, 2019 at 1:19 pm
Wow! To fly and sharpen the quill. I see we are the poem as well as the poet. Brilliant. I see I’ve been putting my sorrows “in the bags under eyes.”
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April 7, 2019 at 5:02 pm
thanks Susan 🙂
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April 3, 2019 at 3:03 pm
Those final images–all blood and rage and emotions–are a thundering. Like Susan said, “Wow!”
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April 7, 2019 at 4:51 pm
Thanks , Magaly!
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April 3, 2019 at 3:48 pm
I love- where wounds and weapons lie separate…
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April 3, 2019 at 9:37 pm
Thanks Rajani 🙌🏽
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April 3, 2019 at 6:41 pm
Never has the quill been so sharp, especially in that second stanza. Outstanding!
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April 7, 2019 at 4:50 pm
Thanks Khaya!
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April 3, 2019 at 7:21 pm
Sharpening the quill and spreading your wings – poetry does help one reach heights the poet might not attain otherwise. Very cool poem!
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April 7, 2019 at 4:50 pm
Thanks Sherry!
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April 3, 2019 at 8:33 pm
Love this. I think you covered it all. I especially like the “sorrows in the bags under eyes.”
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April 7, 2019 at 4:49 pm
Thanks Myrna!
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April 3, 2019 at 9:09 pm
Wowww this is absolutely incredible, Viv! ❤️❤️
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April 7, 2019 at 4:46 pm
Thanks, Sanaa!
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April 3, 2019 at 9:47 pm
We do spread our wings in the writing of poetry. This is a glorious poem Vivian!
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April 7, 2019 at 4:46 pm
Thanks, Carrie!
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April 4, 2019 at 1:25 am
Oh…”where wounds and weapons lie separate”–why does cut so deeply? Marvelous poem!
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April 5, 2019 at 8:19 am
Thank you 🙏🏾
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April 4, 2019 at 2:06 am
Forgive me Vivian as my mind thought how hard it would be to fly if you were plucking your feathers to make quills! However you are right for as poets we can show our readers a different world to theirs and even touch their hearts.
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April 4, 2019 at 5:15 pm
I love your humour 😂. Thank you for reading 🙏🏾
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April 4, 2019 at 5:55 am
luv the “Wings” and the “Quill” juxtaposed
much love…
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April 4, 2019 at 5:14 pm
Thank you Gillena!
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April 4, 2019 at 8:44 pm
I love the bird imagery, Viv, and the play on quill and wings. How tragic the poets who ‘beat themselves to death while trapped in cages of bruised ribs’.
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April 7, 2019 at 4:45 pm
Thanks Kim…they are ‘hearts- beating themselves to death’ 🙂
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