Poetry is Love – Missing Her – Audio Update

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Art – Matt Chambliss

Music by Epidemic Sound

Words lay still, insipid and bland on the heart

Intellect’s two dimensions churn out clever comparisons

That can pedestrianly pass for poetry

But it’s not

Word games at best

Mental masturbation absent the Lover

Carried out in secret compulsion to

Fill the emptiness, of the page

But there is no love there, no life

Nothing but ego and self gratification

I grow sick of myself without Her

Same tired themes, overused phrases fall flat

Filling empty spaces, with more

Seed, spilled, scattered, words wasted

Poetry is affection

Poetry is passion

Poetry is fervor’s intense desire

Poetry is hunger’s zealous devotion to it’s satisfaction

Consummation of flesh mind and spirit

Ego joyfully surrendered, broken asunder

As I is transcended and dances with We and Us and They

Poetry happens between the ticks of the clock, this and that, You and I

All else is mental masturbation

Poetry is alive

Poetry is Love

I miss Her when She’s gone

37 thoughts on “Poetry is Love – Missing Her – Audio Update

  1. Beautiful expression in your love play – it struck me as such a powerful awareness of how we miss that yin/yang balance within ourselves. Thank you and gratitude for liking my latest poem “My Gift”.

  2. Dear Friend. Although I am leaving Pearls, my blog behind soon. I wish to still follow your blog. Thank you for being part of my faithful Core<3

    • I will miss reading your work. Please drop in from time to time and it will be like the sun coming up 🙂 Please let me know if you resume your work. Thank you so much for your being with me through a difficult time. Your attention has helped me began to discover more of who I am and risk finding out more. With Love – Plato.

      • Thank you so much<3 I am so grateful that I have helped you discover more of whom you are and risk finding out more<3<3<3 I hope I will continue to light up your life from time to time my friend. I am creating a new website, so my work will continue. However, I am struggling with my decision now as a tremendous amount of love and wishes for me to stay here at WP keeps pouring in! If you feel like giving me advice, please do. I feel like such a crappy follower you see. Cannot seem to find peace with a growing blog:-( Although I am grateful.

        • What it makes me think of is that sometimes we can have so much, even good stuff, going on that we can’t see what is best. I would say that your soul knows what is most important right now in your life. Those whose opinion you want will support you in whatever decisions you need to make. People may not prefer your choices but they not theirs to live with. Your primary loyalty is to god’s intention for you. I personally want you to grow and move into the place you are being called, wherever that may be. So often the creator calls us out of one place so that we may grow in the new. It may be that new wineskins are now called for.

          • These words of advice are very precious to me. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. I know now what to do. I hope that you are doing great my friend<3 Hugs, Isabella

  3. I get the feeling that you’re making fun of my weak attempts to put rhymes on the page, like in “Damn Crickets.” 🙂 Of course, you’re not talking about me, you’re talking about you. Still, mine is mental masturbation indeed, but it’s also therapy. Just sayin’ that poetry doesn’t always have to be about passion and love.

  4. Thank you for that. Poetry is love, Poetry is passion found in real life, and in the mind, without poetry and words of love we consume in our minds is there life? Love in all its senses given with such innocence and rejected makes you turn to words of love you conjure in your mind. Your words made me cry but that’s good because you realize that you are alive, you can feel the pain of love.

  5. Your poem reached me in many levels… I know what you mean… Intellectual games, poetic games…

    These verses truly resonated with me:

    Mental masturbation absent the Lover
    Carried out in secret compulsion to
    Fill the emptiness, of the page
    But there is no love there, no life
    Nothing but ego and self gratification
    I grow sick of myself without Her

    Just great … Thanks for sharing and all my best wishes. Aquileana 😀

  6. Are you missing the writing, love? Missing the not being filled with enough passion to get the words on the page, that the words are not magic the way we always say they are?

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