Poet's Blood

Beautiful Rett. Just "one" suggestion: "The lifeless sheet" maybe the once lifeless sheet? _____________________________________________________ Income-tax forms should be more realistic by allowing the taxpayer to list "Uncle Sam" as a dependent Anonymous

I love it Rett written with such grace. Out of school for the moment, catching up on some poetry reading now. I missed reading your work :) Barbara ~~~~~~~~~ Be whoever you are At all times, and Remember that Because of this, people will Always Respect, and Admire you ©2008Leonard Respectfully Yours, Barbara

Rhett my friend - Have you read my Agony of a Poet This was created as I observed another poet trying to create and the struggle the pain and anguish as I see this unfold before me so h ard for me to understand - as I just stream The tears I cry are as ink on the paper that waits for my first mark that continues into a river of words my feelings flow endlessly Each word chosen - caressed so tenderly is my life's blood Visions appear as I write always - some so dark so beckoning some so bright so blinding some so longing - full of love - pain the anguish foretold Vulnerable tortured souls are we each breath we take we are sore struck we have no choice it has to be done our life we pour out onto that blank page before us lay - waiting The page should turn red with our life’s blood that pours out from our lifeless soul We who souls cry out to be heard against many deafened ears against hearts that are broken eyes so blind and cannot see of the heartache inside of me Sorry Rhett - It is your fault. As I read you poem my poem became alive in response. Electric blue so blue

Loved this, Rett. "the tears they cry lie like ink upon the page, (and gives life) to the once lifeless sheet...." Awesome, my friend.... Happy Friendship Day to you from me and my family. Sincerely, Wafi "A true friend is someone who thinks that you are a good egg even though he knows that you are slightly cracked."

Rett…I am glad to see that you decided to post this in the stream thus allowing me to read it again. I like how you touch upon not just the reading of the words but reading the emotions of the poet as well, which to me is where the true blood of an artist comes from as they beat within our hearts and minds. Respectfully, Corey “As the tears we cry become ink stains upon a page of only black and white: How wonderful it is to find all of these amazing paintings hanging on the walls.” Moi

I do very much so enjoy this read..I do love the thought of the emotions of the poet..for most of the writings I have are based upon whatever emotion I am feeling at the moment.. Wonderfully written..the words including the ones not seen but felt.. ~SweetSpirit~

The sentiments of this carefully crafted piece captures my thoughts and feelings on this subject which is dear to my heart. You have a unique way of turning a phrase, which says allot about your impeccable integrity. I find that even the worst of your poems are a wonderful read on any occasion. Always, Cat

Poets Blood the tears they cry
lie like ink upon the page
 the pen in which is dipped..................not quite happy about the emotions dipping
 emotions wrung from the soul............if you leave it is the S needed(?) caress those hallowed words 
for in them is the life, 
the anguish, the visions,........................vision (?)
the deaths, that each poet.............the death(?)
 feels deep within
 the infinitely vulnerable 
soul that is an integral
 part of that which they are read not just the words,
 but the emotions.........................does it need the S(?) 
that gives breath
 and bequeaths unto.....................and gives to* the once lifeless sheet
 the heart, in which beats
 the lifeblood of the poet
 *(I feel that this empphasises this bit when the real emotional bit is to come in the last three lines which I like very much; in that way you emphasise those lines which are the more important ones I feel) This has the makings of something so charming and particular Rett, nice thoughts and writing. Yours Ann of Norway


Hello, My Friend, It looks like I have a lot of reading to catch up on. I shall make a point of reading your short story/s (I may have missed more than one). 'Poet's Blood' is a very accurate description, I think, of how a writer often feels while dreaming and then putting down on paper the dream (or nightmare) while exacting the words to describe an emotion or image; and while making something tangible out of the air, a thing, a memory, moment or memory. Something. I always appreciate your insights. Yours, Deelilah

Very moving and I do beleive that many of us can relate to this one Paw. Thanks for sharing it with us. The flow was awesome and I like it when you venture away from your ryhming, you do it so well. Great read. D.D.