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Poetry
Pablo Neruda
And it was at that age...Poetry arrived in search of me. I don't know where.
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when,
no they were not voices, they were not words nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned, from the brances of night,
from the others, among violent fires or returning alone,
there I was without a face and it touched me.
....................................
And I, infintesimal being, drunk with the great starry void,
likeness, image of mystery, felt myself a pure part of the abyss
I wheeled with the stars
my heart broke loose on the wind.
A couple of stanzas from the poem
Pablo Neruda
And it was at that age...Poetry arrived in search of me. I don't know where.
it came from, from winter or a river.
I don't know how or when,
no they were not voices, they were not words nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned, from the brances of night,
from the others, among violent fires or returning alone,
there I was without a face and it touched me.
....................................
And I, infintesimal being, drunk with the great starry void,
likeness, image of mystery, felt myself a pure part of the abyss
I wheeled with the stars
my heart broke loose on the wind.
A couple of stanzas from the poem
Above are several lines from the poem Poetry by Pablo Neruda. The first line is that of my writing prompt. In my youth, poetry was always something that I felt difficult to read, to write, to understand...somewhat restricted and stodgy.
Now, I know poetry in all forms...all words...all types. When given the opportunity to write, my pen always begins a poem --- free verse is my chosen style. People tell me they like my poetry, can understand it because my poetry tells a story of sorts...something they can relate to in their lives, have experienced...yet did not have the words, to explain yet something they understood.
So, for me, like Pablo Neruda --- "it was in that age" that poetry found me, is me, and words are my soul...my poetry...my life.
Always, I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love
As Ever, Annie
Now, I know poetry in all forms...all words...all types. When given the opportunity to write, my pen always begins a poem --- free verse is my chosen style. People tell me they like my poetry, can understand it because my poetry tells a story of sorts...something they can relate to in their lives, have experienced...yet did not have the words, to explain yet something they understood.
So, for me, like Pablo Neruda --- "it was in that age" that poetry found me, is me, and words are my soul...my poetry...my life.
Always, I wish you peace, joy and happiness, but most of all I wish you Love
As Ever, Annie
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