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Random Thoughts

Okay. I have tried to work on a poem, but I have reached the bottleneck. Since I am still under poetic rehab as I call it (years of not being active in writing poems), I decided to post my first ever blog here in Neopoet.

I just remembered when I was in college and was interpreting some literary works together with my professor and classmates. Now, I am not going to go over the details, but here's the point. Has it ever occurred to you that the way you see things is deeper, more poignant and dramatic than those who are not poets? An example is this line, "The white curtain is blown away by the wind and falls on the mire." Now, maybe non-poet would interpret it as something literal, but to me, I see it as either disillusionment of the innocent or defilement.

I just feel that sometimes, my perspective seems to differ from that of those near me. Well, tell me about your thoughts.

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It is true that as poets we have a unique perspective, alienation is often our sad lot that gives us the unenviable position of being outside looking in, and that's not always good. Empathy is a necessary part of our emotional repertoire.
"deeper, more poignant and dramatic" can be self-involved, self-pitying and drama queening. Self knowledge is something we must strive for as much as word-crafting.

I am not criticising you, this is something that the best of us go through.

cheers,
Jess
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I randomly fall into the state of drama-queening, but I suppress it in silence. I am prone to spacing out and falling into a daze whenever I am somewhere I can see the sky or nature. Sometimes my own thoughts depress me, too and they affect my mood for the entire day. I know it is very unhealthy, but there are moments when they give me strength too. An example is when a beggar needs food, but people just dump their leftovers into the trash can. It makes me think of how selfish and heartless humans can be. Then I will feel bad because I myself don't do anything to help and it makes me guilty. (So unhealthy, really!)

On positive note, being a poet is like a life-saving grace to me. Like when I was in the park with my husband one winter afternoon. I saw a dandelion blooming so proudly among the dead grasses. I just froze at the spot and fell into my own world. I saw it as a symbol - a message from God telling me to be like the dandelion - proud, unwavering, resilient, but with grace. Then a thought came to my mind, "America is the land of dandelions." (I just moved here in August). They are out of place, but they are one of those few flowers that stand proudly in winter. Moving to a new country is honestly hard, but whenever I think of that dandelion, it gives me strength to overcome the struggle. I told myself that one day I will write a poem about that dandelion, and about America - the land of dandelions.

Thank you very much!

"Time is a sly one,
See?
In a blink of an eye,
It is gone."

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All people no matter what are poets.
In the shadows of time all people talk or indicate feelings in many ways.
We are writers, so I wonder as you will, how can someone who cannot write be a poet.
Listen to the wind, hear them breathe, they give you feelings from within that portrays a movement in your mind.
Feel their touch they move you to tears and also make you smile, yet they have not written a word.
These are also poets, they are a thought carried to you in many forms, even the scribbles on a toilet door, or a great Graffiti on some remote wall, or just a scratch on a stone.
There in a cave I once saw,
A hand print on a wall.
It's poetic beauty did me enthral.
Hope you come back to write your thoughts again.
Just say what you feel for a while then make a form we will help..
Yours Ian..

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Yours as always, Ian.T, Sparrow, and Yenti

We see poetry in everything like we see art through the gentle shape of the clouds, the beautiful hues of sunset or sunset, the gold paint spilled in the sky.

If all of us sit and contemplate on the things in front of us, our thoughts become poetry.

Such a beautiful thought!

Thank you for all of your comments and encouragement. I will do so in the future whenever inspiration or random thought comes!

"Time is a sly one,
See?
In a blink of an eye,
It is gone."

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