it must be love
this free-flowing vein
this pen prick pricking and picking
my brain
this blank paper bliss
bleeding on paper this
must be love -
cause it damn sure don't pay
Written for a friend and submitted to The Tuesday Platform at Real Toads
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- Maude Lynn
- Anybody who has survived his childhood has enough information about life to last him the rest of his days. ---Flannery O'Connor
18 comments:
Love the third line...trying to say it fast ten times...
Fantastic!!!!
So many colourful and grey shades of love!
As per usual, your poem is excellent, but here's where it really flew for me
" blank paper bliss"
That's real. Much love, DJ Moskowitz
LOL. I love it! It pays in happy-heart-ness, though, right? Not writing sucks.
This is amazing..! :D
Loved it!
xoxo
Yep!
All for love, nothing for reward.
Yes, it isn't easy, but it sometimes can be pretty, like here.
All those beautiful P's in your poem give it some wonderful texture. Thank you for sharing it with us all :D
No pay, but ya do get groupies!
Ha ha ha! Don't we know it? Well said.
Yup its gotta be for the love of poetry, 30 days that's crazy us
Much love...
Ha! Been there. Done that. Whoops, doing that. Thanks. k.
So much real love is in vain.. hence the blood and pain.
Sho got that right. The lovely lyricism of the first stanza sways to the love song that isn't. At least, Apollo isn't wooing us that way. He's firing arrows through us. Imagine if we were paid to write poems what major league pitchers get, three thousand, ten thousand dollars a strike. For me the unwritten law of life is the less you contribute, the more you make. Imagine paid mothers.
Proves money isn't everything! LOL
Blank paper bliss is just a perfect phrase for this!
ha! ~
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