Free verse № 139401
Empty Chronicles
Feasting on the mulberry binder
Lost in dreams and legends
Deep within the shade of
Pyramus and Thisbe
Wisest not to bud
Quickly into lines of
Black and white, but
For the force of
Minervaâs night,
Inspiration melts
The crayon peace
Of mind
Trapped inside
Blank pages, cold
Press paper in a simple tag,
I write
âBloom me mulberryâ
13 comments
Absolutely lovely.
Post some of your other stuff anyway. People here will always give advice - and take it from me that the experience you get from this site will improve your poetry immeasurably. I had to take a 2 and a half year break from writing to get things right and recover from writer's block, all of a sudden things are starting to fall into place.
And if you've written something as good as this, you will write something just as good - if not better - in the future.
Welcome to poemranker!
I hate to disappoint, Ranger and the rest of my stuff is sad in comparison. But mayhap I'll take a chance. Enjoying the site thus far!
Take the chance, you seem like the sort of person who can read criticism without taking offence (unlike a 16 year-old Ranger when he first joined poemranker...) - I promise you will get a lot out of this site!
i get the impression that the meaning is that you are expecting (spiritual? intellectual?) growth from having read the writings within the mulberry binder?
talk about food for thought!
all in all, very nice. please do write more...
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