I thumb through the archives
unfold fiddleback of verse
and the more anticipation
the more memories I traverse
that poem written with a tear
that one in-between a kiss
hold each discarded petal
not wanting the meaning to miss
I live between the stanzas
in a garden you can’t see
connect the dots together
the poetry is me
This is a funny/ reflective poem for the Poetry Pantry at Poets United. As I went through archived work and drafted private (for submission only) work I realized how rich we are to be able to embrace life in words. To each poet thank you for this is a life we share in the garden of verse.
Beautiful!
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thanks for your visit
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As I read through this beautiful poem.. I remembered your loving words to me.. just a few months ago.. that a garden of verse resides in my heart…which is yet to flow. Love you ❤
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you are a sun filed garden – hugs
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An enjoyable and insightful poem.
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Indeed a nice reflective poem about your poetry and I suspect aspects of it are true for many poets.
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I really enjoyed this 🙂 So much more is said when you read between the lines. I’m sure most of us can relate. Lovely write, indeed 🙂
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And this is a another fragrant bloom added to the garden Leslie…beautiful..
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I love the lines,”connect the dots together the poetry is me.” Wonderful , Leslie!
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Very clever and artfully executed.. Will be back for more…
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liked the rhyme of verse with traverse & your life between the stanzas
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Wonderful rhyme, and I especially loved the ending four lines! 🙂 Enjoyed visiting you from the Pantry. Thank you.
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I agree that perhaps these lines are true for many poets….we who live between the lines. Smiles. I always think that if one reads a person’s poetry enough one does indeed ‘connect the dots’ and know the poet well! I enjoyed the way you expressed this idea, Leslie.
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Lovely, my friend. These are similar to the feelings provoked in me when I sift through my work.
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really beautiful….especially love that last line that brings all the images together…’the poetry is me’
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This is beautiful. I like how it reflects a life in words, expressing and creating who you are. Lovely.
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i smiled while reading this as if i am lead to a place i’ve wanted to see for a long time. thanks for sharing how some of the verses came to life 🙂
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“I live between the stanzas….the poetry is me.” How perfect!
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I live between the stanzas…. so true.. often wonder if people can actually see the person between the words of a poem!
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Perhaps we all live in between the stanzas…hoping hoping that someone will find us there…beautifully written…
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pick us and gaze at us – yes…
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We live between the lines in the garden of verse… the thought just made me smile… 🙂
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Thank you. As I face the daunting task of unpacking thirty years of written pages (mostly poetry) I needed this reminder today. I will look for the nuggets and golden blossoms.
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/
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Happy unpacking – I know that is a labor. Enjoy the blossoms
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To expose ourselves in verse is an act of bravery. Great poem.
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Yes, I always think mine is my real diary! 🙂
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A wonderful reflective poem, Leslie. Straight from a poet’s heart.
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