(revisited and revised)
I wasn’t
lonely until
post-modernity
taught me
the impossibility
of being true—
I like that,
and I don’t
but the feelings are mine.
I work hard
not to let myself go—
to fight
to have nothing
significant said—
while young writers
too busy bumbling
and thrumming words
to notice
the juniper’s jig,
the lark’s demure lyric
can’t sing beyond the key
of what they feel
right now
—I’m all I’m comfortable with
what I know
is in spring
birds sing back.
singingchaos 
Fresh, profound yet simple. Loved it 🙂
Thanks for the feedback and reading the blog!
-John
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Another great post. Thanks for sharing this. Spending time sitting down to writing short stories and poems is something I truly enjoy in life. I enjoy reading your blog very much.
A Great Day for Spring – Poem
Thanks a lot! I appreciate you taking the time to read this blog.
-John
enjoyed your style, very refreshing words..
join us if you wish.
Thanks a lot! (I joined the Thursday Poets Rally earlier today when I found out my blog was included in Fresh Poets).
Again, thanks for taking the time to read the blog as it’s very rare in the United States, in general, for people to take the time to include poetry in their daily routine.
-John.
Loved your thoughts how it flows so easily like a river—
“I’m all I’m comfortable with
what I know
is in spring
birds sing back. ”
wonderfully calm and relaxed ending.Thanks for sharing!
Thanks a lot, and thanks for reading the blog and poems!
-John
I love the ‘I work hard and not letting myself go..’ it bring the flow to another level as one read… Great write and well-pen..
Thanks! I appreciate the feedback.
-John
Clean, clear, and profoundly true. Well done.
A poem about acceptance of one’s feelings. How can you go wrong? Very nice and thank you!
great write! my thursday~ http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/12/30/let-it-be-it/
Very well written. Like the meaning.
JP
http://tasithoughts.wordpress.com/2011/04/07/lovers-we-are-now/
Very unique but I believe poets/writers (any age) can sing “beyond the key of what they feel”. I just remember the poet who wrote about poets being great liars…
Yes, if you paid full attention to the whole poem it’s a comment on writing and young writers. In the beginning, writing is “the impossibility of being true” (as it’s a definite mistake to assume that everything written is true), And then it changes to commenting on young writers who are too concerned with themselves, the ones who keep unnecessary details because they wrote it, or because it happened to them: the writers who “can’t sing beyond the key of what they feel,” as American culture places such importance on the individual.
This poem is a call for people to pay more attention to what’s going on outside of themselves rather than being obsessed with themselves; while at the same time balancing the comparison between the “young writers” and the assumed “I” of the poem.
Some artists, no doubt, learn to sing beyond they key of what they feel. But the most of them do not.
And thanks for the feedback, no matter the disagreement. But yes there are pages and pages of pieces written about writers being liars. Stephen Dunn wrote: “The true lover wants to give everything away. This is why a writer should never be expected to be a true lover. The writer, shortly after great love, uses.” But if you have attended any workshop in the past, any creative writing class, or current workshop there are many “writers” who cannot sing beyond the key of what they feel, who’re too busy bumbling and thrumming words to notice what is going on outside of themselves.
..please visit poets who are here, but you did not reach initially, thanks, we call it return favors, part of the rule,
bless your Friday.
😉
i read through this twice… i like the seductive pull of the words…
Interesting thought! Being a great poet, you know 🙂
Interesting one! nice twist at the end… Makes me think…
the loneliness of post modernist letting go before they feel they’ve even got it in their hands – tough love but the larks have it… 🙂
good stuff Jf
Hints of a disgruntled English major. I know exactly how you feel. Love it.
great style and form
this was wonderful!
Thanx! 🙂
love this one. especially being comfortable with yourself. i think that is really have.
I liked this a lot. I love poems that make me think with ust a few words and deep thoughts.
Young or old writers, does it matter, will it give a difference? Maybe…but I would refute you when you say young writers are better than the old ones…:P
Peace no! Each to his opinion, but I’d say, writers are talented and they be young or old, they can easily weave words into a beautiful masterpiece!
Lovely piece though!
Thanks for the comment, but I have no idea where you got the idea that I said young writers are better than the old ones. This poem is exclusively a comment on young writers.
lovely notion, profound in thought 🙂 I like what modernity teaches, yet sometimes its tradition I prefer. perhaps bit of both is what’s needed?
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“what I know
is in spring
birds sing back.”
—True.
I like the opening line the best. Your poem is well written and nicely structured.
it really is a strange age when honesty turns out to be some thing like stupidity.
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Happy Rally!!
trisha
This has a positive spring vibe. I like it.
Written simply yet with such deep meaning. Very thoughtful! Thanks!
J.R.
Refreshing and inspiring 🙂
I like your freshness and depth. Good job,
Iris
nice man, I can really feel this poem with winter just passing.