unbidden,
yeti am behind blind eyes
with visions
begged
clouding philosophies.
a memory sharp with the taste of
salt, soundless moans of pleasure
lest
the sound give form to me
a cold ache deep in the
pit
of the stomach but hot
in the blood still.
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You move my soul, I mean it.If I were single I would fall deeply in love with you, and you would have me from the word go...
That's absolutely beautiful.
Where in the hell does this come from? I am yours for life.
Lovingly,Charlie Tee
hi charlie, many thanks. you are too sweet.
where does it come from, not sure.
in my poetry group we've had a few in depth discussions via e-mails(we are scattered all over the globe)wondering if poets for the most part,have suffered more than, seen more than most, in body and/or spirit. are we empaths or do we just have better than average imaginations? i think there is more than one answer depending on the style one has or the subject matter one chooses.
some can write truly good poems that are enjoyable and technically perfect and most of those poets (at least the ones i've come to know personally or in the case of very famous writers that i've read up on)have or had ,fairly normal lives with normal ups and downs.
then there are those and we are many more i think, that have known pain and suffering more than most, have had dysfunctional childhoods, tragic events quite often and often have had or do have chronic illnesses, physical and/or emotional. there are more than a few that are depressives, bi polar etc. there are some that have been through these things and now lead blessedly normal lives but can draw on memories. i guess like everything in life, it comes down to individuals. we are all different and yet share a common bond of humanity.
there's a song on one of my blues cds where the singer is confronting a rich and successful bluesman where he tells him(paraphrasing here) don't tell me about the blues when you wear 100.00 dollar shoes etc.
i think to write in a certain way, a sort of raw style,you gotta have the blues in your soul. blues to me, isn't a color or a race or a gender, social status or a nationality.it's a gut thing. it's a thing that wears you like skin.
anyway, i'm glad it touched you. as i've written before, i am not anywhere near a by the book, forms and such poet. i feel and i want others to feel it as well, maybe learn a little something and then realize that they are lucky to be able to walk away from it, hang it up like a coat, not have to live in it.
i am odd.
I truly don't think that you're odd, I think that you see in dimensions that many people overlook.Which is to say that like musicians to some degree, you draw upon experiences that you re-create in the form of words, but what powerful use of those words. I do it as a singer and as a saxophonist, that's why people like David Sanborn move me so much, he hits my emotions in the exact same way it does when someone runs their nails across a blackboard, you feel it down to the pit of your soul.
I've said it before and it may sound like a broken record,Sherry you move me.Thank you for touching my life.I'm glad that you're here.
lovingly,Charlie Tee
...I agree that poetry, music and visual art are all different methods to depict emotional or conceptual images. It's sad how Art is being relegated to the back seat in our schools today, opting to create contented, professional suburbanites...
I really enjoyed your blog.
hello to you, real-e , i'm happy you like my words and thoughts.
i've bookmarked your blog and will read it later. i've always thought art, all the arts are needed things for the human spirit.
we have our priorities screwed on many levels, but still, in our lives, we can search for those things that fulfill us. every being is different and unique and yet there are things that we all share. be well.
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