Wednesday, March 01, 2006

Word Storms

Who knows
what’s in the mind of a poet,
when they write...

Is it
agony stitched
on the inside collar
of every word?

Sadness,
clicked, like
dust-eyes fleeing,
on the last wind-train
leaving?

Joy?
There’s joy...
when the last letter
falls, like
the final drop
from a roiling storm.

(all rights reserved Pat Paulk 2006)

13 comments:

Christine Klocek-Lim said...

Pat, this is insightful. I particularly like the second stanza: "agony stitched" is a fantastic image.

Aurora said...

On the life of a poet....

its_baxter said...

someone told me last night to "find joy in the joyless"

Russell Ragsdale said...

Two votes for the second stanza; good one Pat!

Borut said...

I feel the mood...

Maddy said...

I loved "dust-eyes fleeing"
lovely imagery...

Smiles!

Rhiannon said...

Incredible..Beautiful! I love your style.

Blessings,

Rhi

Pat Paulk said...

Thanks everyone! Appreciate you coming by and commenting!

bre said...

Excellent.

Nick Zegarac said...

Fantastic read, Pat. Roiling storm - absolutely true and true to heart. One of your best.

polona said...

I love this poem!

Bluesky_Liz said...

I think agony and happiness. I think poets go through the emotions and pen it down daringly. The happiness comes in the end when the poem turns out the way it suppose to. And then there's joy that's very difficult to describe and few things that can compare to it.

Pat Paulk said...

Thanks for the commnets!