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Don’t force me,
I’ll not come to you.
Don’t seduce me,
I’ll not fall for you.
Don’t control me,
I’ll not abide by you.
I’m free flowing poetry…
Will gush all over you,
When you least expect me.
I’ll tease you with some
Endearing lines….
And then leave you
Wandering….halfway ;)
Stop pursuing me.
I’m like the sun
That seems so close,
And yet is so far away.
But don’t worry,
My beloved poet.
I’ll come to you
Like the night
That covers the day,
The moon that
Enthrals the night
The intoxicating dream,
That holds you in sway.
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Dear Reena, Rupradha, Kumarendra and RD,
Thanks for your time to read and review my poetry.
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too good!!
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very nice
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Aparna, you have very elegantly expressed your deep thought by personifying the 'Poem'. A novel idea. Thank you.
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A good description of what used to be termed the poetic muse. The giving of oneself over to the influence of the muse was for a long time considered, even by someone like Coleridge, who revelled in its influence in 'Kubla Khan', and who bewailed his failing muse in his latter years, as in 'Dejection', the only means of achieving poetic result. Poets extrapolated into alcoholic, as in the 'Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam', or hallucinogenic experience, as with the 'beat' poets, as the realm of the muse.
More prosaically, one can go to meet the muse half-way, even starting from a position of blankness or from a germ of an idea; and in the persevering at the desk, generate poetic feeling by dint of sustained concentration; though, you are right, the words and phrases are gifted even here, coming into the mind on the wavefront of what can only be described as poetic emotion. Thus the muse can be generated through routine and habit, as has been, and continues to be, my experience of writing poetry. In fact, prior to writng a poem, the more blank I feel the better I like it, because it means there is self-regulation going on, which is blotting out the irrelevant, and searching deep within the subconscious for the relevant, which, in any case, is subjected to the most exacting scrutiny before it becomes a line of poetry.
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