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Originally Posted by A Dreamer
This is the first genuine poem I've written in two years. I used to have a strong passion for writing but one day, it died as quickly as it came. Tonight, sometime around 3:30-4:00 AM, it came back to me. I hope to take full advantage of this, to seize the day, and to live life to its fullest. I would appreciate any criticism and thank you for reading.
A cloudless sky to see the night,
Blithering stars with subtle light;
Believe my soul of such a plight,
To seize the day!
Passion flames from my poor heart,
Not wither instead to try a start;
To discover my own little part,
To seize the day!
Beauty in each day, we may
Remember life for which we pray,
To love and hate in all we say
To seize the day!
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Seize the day, indeed! I read this and then had to run an errand. I wanted to think of it before I commented.
What I wanted to think of was this line:
Blithering stars with subtle light; because of the word
blithering. I looked it up in the dictionary and it referred me back to blathering. When I think of blithering, what comes to mind is blithering idiiot, so I have to think of what you were trying to say with that word in reference to the stars. I thought of it, during my travels, and decided you'd attributed a human attribute (?) to the stars, they were chattering between them about your poor soul and I loved it. I look up in the sky, see their ever blinking lights but hadn't thought of them that way.
Passion flames from my poor heart,
Not wither instead to try a start;
To discover my own little part,
To seize the day!
This is the one stanza I love the most. I've been researching sonnets and just recently read one by Shakespeare. This stanza reminds me so much of what I'd just read. It has a smoothness to it, a sureness to the words, an image which is so true. How many years has it been? It doesn't matter since you apparently have not lost your touch with the words. Seize the day, indeed!
hugs,
Gail
