wolves that feed
my inner world
cause me to rebel
-take a stance
fight or fly
win or lose
laugh or cry
reminisce
churn
regurgigate
-become poetry
I beat it
till it speaks
an acceptable language
-squash it in moulds
to create formats
-looks different
from my inner suffering
-gives me a mask
to hide my pain
-is hailed as creativity
becomes poetry
Becoming poetry
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Awesome!
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Thanks, Mira!
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Yes! The world would be a much scarier place if we didn’t disguise our demons with metaphors and similes on the page to make them more acceptable.
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Yes. It also turns complex reality into a comprehensible and digestible capsule.
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Totally agree!
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Good work ❤️
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Thanks!
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Maybe we cannot do it in any other way… the mask is what we bear to show… pain would be way too much to lay bare
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You are absolutely right! Thanks!
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Yes, the struugles, joys, triumphs, tragedies, pleasures, pains – the good and the bad all feed our poetry. Well expressed here Reena!
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Thank you so much, Rob!
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Truth about poetry…it often churns and must be regurgitated into prettier language. Great response, Reena!
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Thank you, Lynn!
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Oh I love this! How much we wrestle with our demons in order to make them seem pretty! ❤️
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That’s right! Thanks, ShariLynn!
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“-become poetry” – Yes. This outlet we use allows us to take control of our situations.
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You are so right.
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No mask hides the pain here. It seems a well written catharsis.
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Thank you, Beverly!
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I like the thought that the mask is hailed as poetry.
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Thank you, Frank!
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Very nice Reena. Your language is very acceptable.
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Thank you for accepting it 🙂
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love your title Reena, encapsulates what we feel as poets, w become our verses and yes you said it wisely, sometimes they will some verses, for hiding our pain.
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Thank you, Gina!
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These lines made me smile, Reena:
‘I beat it
till it speaks
an acceptable language
-squash it in moulds’.
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This is normally said about data – how we manipulate it to show the results we want 🙂
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