EclipseOfTheMoon

From the Pocket of a Dream

*An Ode to a Poet*

 
A different kind of a being
passing through
the windy alleys of this world
leaving the unforgetable marks behind

And how is it possible to ever let go
of such a precious soul
fragile and strong
at the same time
where light meets darkness
clinging to each other
deep inside his heart
tearing it
with the endless changes
while the words leak out from his pen
relieving his soul for a while
only to make it tense again
overwhelmed
by the hidden weights

A fear of crossing the line
makes me speechless
The reasons are unexplainable
but the desire endures
still yearning the knowledge
needing a cure from the pain that never leaves

The words of his nightmares offer a medicine
within the lines of poems
weaved by the threads of gold

A different kind
A messenger
A poet from the past arisen again
in an eternal search
for the secret essence
not knowing
that the power is his own

***

© Eclipse 2008 – 2011

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18 comments on “*An Ode to a Poet*

  1. matt at shadow of iris
    April 21, 2011

    The words of his nightmares offer a medicine
    within the lines of poems
    weaved by the threads of gold

    Beautiful lines!

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  3. Broken Sparkles
    April 8, 2011

    Where light meet darkness can certainly be a place to inspire a poet! I’m glad Nimue shared your post at her blog so I could find this. Lovely!

  4. jennirey
    April 7, 2011

    Very nice..

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  6. Sam
    April 6, 2011

    Eclipse,you’ve captured what many feel deep inside… the urging drive to put our feelings into words…

    • eclipseofthemoon
      April 6, 2011

      ….the irresistible urge disturbing us… 🙂
      Thank you for all your kind comments Sam

  7. Sam373
    April 6, 2011

    “A different kind…” yet the same.
    There is clarity in darkness.

  8. christine
    April 5, 2011

    words leak out from his pen, love this image, makes me think that words have a mind of their own, we have no control over them, we spill them out because we have to.

  9. Jingle
    April 5, 2011

    fantastic…
    🙂

  10. ladynimue
    April 5, 2011

    I talked some of these sentiments with another poet friend this weekend .. I can see the reflections in your poem. Hope you are coping well in this battle of thoughts !

    • eclipseofthemoon
      April 6, 2011

      A battle of thoughts…and beautiful words….where everyone is a winner 🙂

      • ladynimue
        April 7, 2011

        yes ! thats the fun !! sharing your poem on my blog today .. 🙂

  11. dani
    April 5, 2011

    breathtaking! i’m speechless! ♥

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