tears only you shall get,
being a poet
that’s what in your fate.
if it’s only tears
that I be blessed with,
shall collect all the tears,
yes, I shall,
and treasure them well.
the day when
nature takes her blessings away,
and life becomes a barren desert,
may be, just may be,
my dear,
those drops of tears
shall be most precious
gift of life.
Tag: poet
Perspective
This poem started as a comment to a poem EXCLUDED by poet Marta Pombo Sallés( momentsbloc ).
Words tell a story beautiful,
Vivid and lyrical.
As the pictures roll,
Observant to the minute details
Not a part of the story to tell,
Anguished, the poet wails.
Desire to embrace,
But fearful of being absorbed,
Apprehensive of losing self.
A tune off scale rattles,
As the muse ponders
Irony of the observer.
To be included
And lose perspective,
Or left alone,
A path lonely
To be traversed.
Excluded.
Milestone or Kilometerstone?
It seems I reached a milestone yesterday as was confirmed by WordPress, “Congratulations on writing 500 posts on Fleeting Muse!”. I certainly had not been keeping tabs. I started my blog around November of 2015, so somewhere I must have crossed my two years anniversary but did not realize it.
Initially I thought the milestone was for my first food recipe post yesterday. Incidentally that was the blog that made me achieve the milestone of 500 posts. That post also achieved more “likes” much quicker than any of my poems. That made me think about my blog. As my readers may be aware that my passion is writing poetry. Though I diverge from time to time, I always come back to writing poetry. So why did my recipe got more likes quicker than any of my poems? Hmmm….
Is it because,
1. People like food more compared to reading poems, or
2. I have more potential for success as a food blogger than poet, or
3. The photo of the soup bowl with the recipe was really inviting, or last but not the least,
4. I am a lousy poet ( ouch, that hurts)
Unlike the person on the cartoon, I can’t scratch my head for long. Precious few strands of hair that I have on top are far more valuable than finding an answer to my questions at present. Also my belly is sending distress signals to my brain, warning me to complete my writing at the earliest before it goes into a hunger strike.
I realized I did not address my title at all. That will be for another day. Right now I need to put some food in my tummy to calm it down.
Well, I may have gotten the answer to my question there.
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