The Creator
In the seventh row,
Sitting in the last column
Apart from the mob
My pen is on the trot
Running after words
Coming from the heart
Not writing what is heard.
With a weak memory
And with a fragile empathy
A habitual creator
Not the follower of an orator
Knowledge as a burden
Imposed without a concern
I am a follower of imagination
Worthy without repetition
In the class
Looking out of the glass
A sun is setting
My ink is wetting
A poem is taking birth
Coming on this earth
A world of my words
Beyond this world
A place filled with dreams
Let me go
Set me free
I am no student
But a teacher soon to be
Beyond these alien lines
Creating what will be mine
Comments
AUTHORlawrence01 Thanks dear for the lovely phrase 'food for the soul' for my poem :) I feel blessed.
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Thanks Brian for passing by and liking my words :) Sorry for the late response.
Really good 'food for the soul'
Lawrence
This poem is so tender. It just reeks with emotion and empathy. You short lines pack an emotional punch. Very creative and poignant!
- AUTHOR
Thank you so much if you are thinking in this manner for me dear :)it makes me feel blessed
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Thank manatita44 God bless
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Thank you so much MsDora, if my poem is capable to give a thought to any one of my readers, its an achievement for me dear, I am honored
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Point is taken in a very exact manner by you Max, I am quite happy by you and very much agree with you :) Thanks a lot dear :)
Your talent shines through 'creatively' in your words.
A Creator, all right, and a very good one. Much Love.
"A habitual creator, Not the follower of an orator," you display great talent. I like your work.
Here, Richa, you show a talent truly worthy of encouragement, and I am proud to be able to see it and give it to you.
"Being a student," however, is not confined to dead classrooms often better left in the past (at least until later), but must continue throughout life for the aspiring poet, or for any other kind of artist.
Your dreams, your inspirations, not to speak of your poetry and your interesting and meaningful metaphors, will all continue to derive ultimately from what you have learned, if not in a classroom, then in the hardest school of all, everyday life.
You are what you are, and what you are continues to be shaped minute by minute by what you learn.
Continued best wishes,
Max, Chicago west suburbs, Tuesday, Sept. 22, 2015, 5 p.m.
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