just words on a page

I don’t really care
to look at what I’ve written before

it has it’s own place now
it belongs to itself

those words just appeared

cohered together out of a randomness
that is mercurial and mysterious

they may resonate from
their static emplacements

apprehended by a separate understanding

but that won’t make
anything different for me

— Edevold, Jul 10, 2008

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Critiques

amalzamani

17 years 11 months ago

what begot words?

your poem says, in someway or another, that you never look back or regret anything...what have been written is part of fate stored in pages of history, is it not? I'm not sure if I can agree with the whole concept, so at first I gave this poem three stars, then when I read it few more times, I realized that it deserves one more star for it expresses the idea well....even if it's different from what I believe. thought provoking one...thank you Edevold.

Edevold

17 years 11 months ago

Thanks for commenting,

Thanks for commenting, Being present in the flow of the now was a little more of the point I was getting at, by trying to say that one shouldn't spend a lot of time looking back on past failures, past regrets and even past successes. And that it's important to keep working,and not get hung up on the past and let that be a huge influence. Also the idea that the artistic work flows from a personal moment of creative awareness and expression , but then you forfeit your ownership and then it belongs to everyone who might happen to appreciate it in some way. And, if you do have success with your art, don't let it go to your head. Move on with something new. The poem has a little negative attitude, "I don't" - "that won't" but I guess that's just my way of emphasising the point.

Barbara Writes

17 years 6 months ago

good writing

I am not sure of the theme, but the title 'just words on a page' suggest to me that what you have written before means nothing to you. I am tired at present so maybe just me. I will read again another time. Respectfully Yours, Barbara