THE BEWILDERED POET
Just sat there,
Neither happy nor sad;
No words came, all were spent.
So it seemed,
Can you listen, look,
yet not find one, a single one
lazily floating by?
Bewildered the poet sat.
She already told about the morning scent,
About whispers and hums,
about a sky, sheer blue;
In its new washed morning hue.
About troubling contrasts,
rivers of pain
as the beaten and dispossessed flowed;
In slow and defeated mass.
About the morning birds’ song,
the flower’s hue,
even Lines in the sand;
Did the words get washed away?
A tear spilled down the poet’s cheek.
c/ miriam ivarson
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A lovely ruminative poem, Miriam, with a clever illustration. When the words don’t come, write about that very fact… and you’ve done just that.
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Roland, the reply to you seems to have dropped in beneath the Miriam below. Funny are the airways. 🤗
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A quiet gentle pensive poem Miriam. Lovely and fitting for my similar mood today.
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Thank you Miriam, yes I do believe we will all feel in a quiet mood ever so often. I do anyway. Maybe we would become chattering Boxes otherwise.?
😊 .
miriam
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Thanks for your lovely response Roland. I should have read your post
first and found all these masses of words … or just made some up.
This morning the birds have a party outside my window and they have a
lot to say. 😊 .
miriam
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The birds never seem to be ‘lost for words’ as we would-be poets do from time to time.
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How true about the birds. Confident and beautifully they chatter.
Operative word for me oftentimes 😊 Is ‘would-be’.
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This is exactly how I am feeling today Miriam, wanting to write but the words seem to have gone dry, leaving a void within. Totally related to it. Thanks for this one!
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Radhika, thank you. Maybe we all feel so at times. I admit I am in a very otherworldly environment at the moment and might be affected by the quieter whispers of nature. Except when it storms.
If a void persisted it would be a sorrow.
Miriam
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‘Becalmed on the seas where poets dream’, we must await the winds to whisper past and be caught in our sail’. Though of course, this has happened already I think because I’ve just read a wonderful poem!
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Thank you for your wonderful comment Nigel. There was indeed a poem of sorts there even if it came from someone becalmed. 😊 . I watched sailing boats the other day and becalmed they didn’t get far.
I will just watch the beautiful yellow butterfly flitting from flower to flower and then pack to go back to England tomorrow.
Miriam
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This is wonderful, Miriam! Reminds me how I feel sometimes when I try to write. Sometimes it takes writing about not being able to write to kick the creative energies into motion. Have a wonderful week!
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Thank you for your very positive response Julie. It does appear that we are quiete a few who feel both thoughts and inspiration is gone at times. As I felt quite peaceful it might simply be that I actually felt at peace. 😊 .
Anyway, funny thing is, by writing about it one still does create. 💕 .
Miriam
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You’ve captured my thoughts perfectly whenever my fingers are frozen over the keyboard. Amazing how an otherwise articulate (I hope!) person can suddenly lose her words?
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That would be enough to cry over, wouldn’t it? A poet without words? Or, even an author.
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Thanks Jaqui, it would. I am sure the inspirations would return if we give
ourselves the time the soul or body is asking for.
If not there would be an empty space within.
miriam
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Thank you Christi, I find it also interesting how many recognise themselves.
Yet, as Nigel says, by not writing I did write a poem.😊 .
Little do we know what triggers genuine ideas – at least I feel so.
In my case I woke up and felt this eerie silence within and just sat up and
scribbled down what I felt.
Perhaps we need a break and just be.
miriam
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I like everything about this poem, Miriam: The mood, the rhythm, its sentiment… Everything! ✍️
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Wow Paula, thank you. That is high accolade indeed.
It proves very clearly that writing from the heart touches people, even when
you are writing that you can’t write one. 😊 .
miriam
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That’s so true.
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Beautifully written poem of a sad state for writers of all genres to find themselves in, Miriam. I’ve been in that place many times, thinking that I’ll never write again. And then inspiration knocks out of the blue. 🙂 🌷🌼
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Thanks Lauren for your beautiful compliment.
As to the sudden feeling we get at times that all has been written or said before I might be right though. However, we all find different slants and angles that are just us. This way the same basic message or thought will
reach new readers. 🦋🤗🌻 .
miriam
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about a sky, sheer blue;
In its new washed morning hue.
That’s a great line.
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Thank you Phil and how lovely you found a line that felt special to you.
miriam
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The images of blue sky, washing, blue tears, and the hums and whispers called my name. It’s okay to revisit these things, sometimes at a deeper level or from a different perspective, until something new develops. I’m reminded of the times I’ve seen a movie or read a verse again after some time has gone by and becoming aware of something I had not noticed before.
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Thank you so much JoAnna for your lovely response. I agree that we revisit
many places and events with deeper understanding and a heart more mature to feel more nuances and depth.
So, no doubt I will write about nature and us human beings again and again.
I also recognise your words about reading something again with a time gap and suddenly understand so much more. Would be a wonder if one day that would happen to any of my words.😊 .
miriam
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A lovely reflection Miriam…
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Thank you Janice, glad you felt so.
miriam
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A beautiful poem about something so many of can relate to, but not put into such fine words. Oh the irony!
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Thank you Alison for your very kind words. Yes, I guess there is a certain irony in the fact that a poem is written about not finding any words. Really a contradiction in itself.
Miriam
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This poem articulates the thoughts of all of us…moments when our muse seems to hibernate or is cross with us. I let her be and ignore her tantrums by burying my face in my Kindle till she knows she has to hug me in order to survive. 🙂
Thanks for saying it so well Miriam, by catching the words that seemed to float around.
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Thank you Balroop for your response. May it also be so that there need to be times when we should just be still and listen. Let our inner inspiration and well get a rest.?. 🦋 .
Miriam
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Oh no, Miriam, the words didn’t get washed away – I absorbed them. And I felt them. You’re doing a great job, Ms. Poet. Though sometimes, it’s OK to sit and be silent. The bewildering world comes to roost, and you’ll know what to write.
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Sharon, thank you for your sweet and fun response. Glad you felt the words and your encouragement is wonderful.
I do so agree with you about stillness and believe it essential for any creative art. … and for life itself.
💕
miriam
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I feel like that right now, Miriam. I’m glad I got some writing done yesterday. I’ll just do editing today. ❤
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Hi Miriam and thank you. It sounds as if you are a much more organised
writer than I am. I obey inspiration too much, should maybe practice more.😊
That morning I was sort of told to sit up and write. True. What about I wondered as my brain seemed empty. So I wrote just about that and maybe it was what was meant. How do we know.
I have come to like editing too. It is satisfying to get rid and crop. To find some shape to it all. Sometimes though, a poem just is finished from beginning.
Do you write every day?
Miriam
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The sorrow of those dispossessed masses has washed them all away, Miriam. 😦 Beautifully thoughtful. 🙂 🙂
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Thank you Jo for your deeply felt answer.
How true that can feel at times, sorrows can silence us so. xo
Miriam
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From the eyes of a Poet and his awesome words that spilled all the way from rivers to the sea. Beautiful poem, Miriam. Awesome.
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wow, Kamal, that is beautiful praise indeed. From the rivers to the sea….,
Thank you.
miriam
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Words and phrases usually get washed away… but that’s for certain span of time.. Trust and start a new… You will always find ur washed words back 🙂
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After reading it Miriam I felt like it is The Bewildered Me.
😏
Shiva
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😉 Could it be both? Thank you so much Shiva.
Miriam
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Ohh Yeah!
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This is so wonderfully expressed. The sentiments of a poet without a poem expressed in another poem. A great idea! I love how it is so short and so perfect.. describing everything precisely yet beautifully
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Thank you Isha for your great comment. I am so glad you found both the
fun beauty in my poem.
I really sat up in bed with a whisper ” write” . Opened notes and were to start when really everything happened as I tell more or less. Well, after I had given up and curled up for more sleep but really heard/ felt this urge. Write about that, how it feels. I laughed after and thought it silly until my best friend told me otherwise.
miriam
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If beauty can be calming as well as exciting then, having read your inspired lines, I’m now laying under a cloudless sky, on a lush verdant island that’s lapped by waves from the deepest blue sea I’ve ever seen. I shall stay here until the illusion fades from view. Thank you for the vision inside your mind.
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Thank you so much, Daniel. I was just thinking that by telling us about all the beauty that
surrounds you as you lay there under a cloudless sky.
Maybe that is how poetry and writing comes; when we are relaxed and not thinking too much.
miriam
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Yes, I think you could have found the answer. But sometimes it’s in the deepest gloom we find the words coming at us like arrows in a medieval battle scene. I guess they, words that is, are floating around waiting to find a receptive mind in which to nest. 🙂
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Love it… Beautifully written, Miriam.
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