A crossroads of wondering......poem.

Lately as I raise my hands to the
writing table I hesitate
I have begun to realize the end
of words
the coming of fate?

Is it possible that the time has come
to put asside
The pen the paper
the hidden side

I have written of life
and of death
of dreams
and of yearnings

I have penned my dreams
my desires
I've written of all
my learnings

I have bared my soul to strangers
bare my heart to
lovers
and I've lied as well

I have written to the edges of
of emotions
Walked along the edge
of infidelity
earned my days in hell

Who knows though... one
more thought
one word
yet another line ?

And yet the writer writes away
with but nary a choice
no control
but to be writers
for all time.......














19 comments

Vincent Moore 3 years ago

I haven't been by your way in quite awhile my fine poet. My days at the hubs have been numbered, although I still pen no matter where I lay my quill. Not writing is a non-option for this poet, I must WRITE, I must bleed and weep from my soul. The journey is not over until the feathers loose their shine and fall from a weak heart or dies like a limp rose pricked by its own thorns.

No my friend, you are not done until your Muse has vanished from the shadows. You must WRITE and let your words help others get through their days. A poet can't survive on only air, water and bread, he/she must write about those three elements of life and forevermore will they be remembered. This poem is brilliant Ed and I was pleased to find it, don't stop writing sir. Bravo, shared and tweeted.


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Michele Travis 3 years ago from U.S.A. Ohio

I am not a poet, but you are wonderful one. Please keep sharing your poems with us.

Michele


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Ericdierker 3 years ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

What man can take the playing field when the crowds are waiting but his heart is not in it. There is only one such man, the poet. Not a preacher or politician or sportsman, but the poet. Yes it is a bit like scratching at a wound until it bleeds again, and no one does that but the poet. Even if you do not share it, it is still in the poet. Like tears and sorrow it is better to release it.

My life has been made better by your poetry.


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phdast7 3 years ago from Atlanta, Georgia

Ed - This was wonderful. You so captured what it is to be driven to write, to compose, to paint. I know you were primarily speaking of poets, but I think your words speak much truth to all who are driven to create, who in the very center of their being are creators. Beautiful. Sharing. Theresa


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ahorseback 3 years ago Author

Vincent , Leave it to you to clear the air ! The wisdom you have always shown is ,well simply amazing ! No ..I suspect I will write on and not know the difference lol.....I hope you have been well my honored poet !.......Ed[ Thank you ]


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ahorseback 3 years ago Author

Michelle my dear lady ! nice to see your face ! Thank you , you have reminded me that I write for others too ! Not just myself !.......you are the sweetest !....:-}


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ahorseback 3 years ago Author

Eric , what finer compliment ! I'm sure that U know where I'm at ! Thank you , and , you're a preety amazing talent yourself you know ......Ed


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ahorseback 3 years ago Author

And the lady of wisdom speaks ...... :-}Thank you for crossing those lines that mean something !.......Ed


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always exploring 3 years ago from Southern Illinois

I've thought many times that i would stop writing. I get burned out, then a word appears and i run to write it down so i won't forget it. A writer you will always be. Your rhyming will never set you free..Cheers my friend...


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Cantuhearmescream 3 years ago from New York

Don't you dare, Ed! You're going to write and you're going to like it... 'cause I said so! :D ... You wrote what many of us keep in that 'denial' part of our brains... there's always something left to write Ed... and you must keep doing it... or I'll just stop breathing; do you want me to stop breathing??????????

This is a beautiful write Ed, as always!

Hugs,

Cat


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Gypsy Rose Lee 3 years ago from Riga, Latvia

Voted up and awesome. Loved this. Wonderful sentiments and oh, so true. No matter what goes on in my life I continue to write. Perhaps that's the other side of the coin for me - the mad writer but I love it no matter what. I could just picture it - a wild storm in the sky, my hubby telling me to shut of the comp and to wait out the storm but as the roof goes flying off I still have one more line to write. Hugs. Passing this on.


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Nellieanna 3 years ago from TEXAS

I agree with all the prior comments, about the necessity to write and about your flair for it. I'd be heart broken, were you to stop. I've followed your poetry through many of those phases you describe in this one! You are ever interesting, never 'through', always YOU!

I've had lulls in my writing, which I've considered 'lab work', - living so intensely, I just didn't reach for the pen, but gathering experience. Other times of intensity, my pen was almost constantly eating up the lines during them.

But the main thing is, to write when it comes forth. If it awakens you in the night, reach for a scratch pad or an iPad, something to capture it while it alights. If there's a lull, consider it part of the overall process. Just never stifle it or DECIDE to not write . . that's like deciding to not breathe.

Hugs - and thanks for another good one, Ed.


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Mhatter99 3 years ago from San Francisco

We are mad (not meant as an insult) If you knew the spectrum of my pen. Supporting a friend, scholarships, ritual and more.


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ImKarn23 3 years ago

Interestingly, as i read, i...'felt' a little Vincent Moore-y...lol..(that's a great compliment, my friend)

You are, however - a 'lighter' version - and - i love that!

You and i both know that you can't ever NOT write - ink is our life's blood..(er, if there were, ya know - ink involved..lol)..

i've just hit the half way mark on my book,Cowboy (25,000 words) - a feat i NEVER thought i could accomplish!

WRITE ON!

sharing..


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ahorseback 3 years ago Author

My ! Leslie , do I , as your favorite cowboy .....get a sample of it now ? lol.....Have you told us the story ? Or am I just another cowpoke ?......lol Seriously Congratulations .....what a milestone ! You my dear, are my hero !


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Nellieanna 3 years ago from TEXAS

Wow, Leslie!! How marvelous!! You are amazing.


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ahorseback 3 years ago Author

So's Nellieanna !


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shanmarie 3 years ago from Texas

Wow, Ed. What's left to say? For me, writing is as much therapy as it is just for fun or silliness. I've never really shared much of it until recently, but I see now that others relate to my words, even if not in the way that I did when I penned them. Also, looking back, I realize there were literally years when I didn't write a thing down and then days when all I did was write.

A writer's soul bared is a good thing, if only for the readers. To stir thoughts and emotions in another in that manner is not easy to do, but when the soul is bared, it seems to happen naturally - and that is a gift you give your readers. :)


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phdast7 3 years ago from Atlanta, Georgia

Ed - Enjoyed this a great deal, the second time round. Hope you are well. Blessings. Theresa

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