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“You’ll never be a poet, sir! ”
I’ve heard the others cry.
As if the thought had not occurred…
It has, I can’t deny.
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Many a times what poet feels and what he expresses there is a mismatch and probably you are trying to highlight this point in your beautiful poem, nice poem.
Really enjoyed the gold-digger concept. So true when subjects just jump out at one from all sides. Read mine - We the Unencumbered - Adeline
And while you spade this terrain I ask that you consider the feared and despised LIMERICK and all it's nasty restrictions. It really can be a source of satisfaction.
Having beautiful dream fro striking gold is amazing definitely in this wise sharing. Interestingly drafted and shared.10
Come to know my worth; with the muse of my works. Nice piece.
Is you eyein' my gold, Missy? Do I need to put it on a string? lol So very good to hear from you, Pamela.
Wonderful poem....No one is born poet, they become poet...10
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Yet still I dream of striking gold- The nuggets left behind By poets who were not as bold Or else were simply blind............BEAUTIFUL! ================================================= Hear ye, hear ye, Mister Mayo's Rich! There once was an aspiring poet, ..... or is it: one who aspired to poetry? And it was NOT poems of tin OR silver... he aspired to find, but only GOLD it'd be. He tried his luck at panning in a stream, much to the amusement of the ‘trained’... who said: “Your poesy-aspiring is a dream! ” BUT, Brian's goal of gold still remained.... and came to the fore like, at the top is, cream. The panning thing did not work for him, but Brian was not one to sigh and just give up. He staked a claim; his chances were but slim … of achieving his desire; he was a poetry-pup. Night and day he toiled to succeed at finding ‘gold’. With dynamite and nitroglycerin the rock did EXPLODE! Then came the toil with pick and poet’s shovel, sifting endlessly to find “Poetry Gold” in the rubble. It took longer than he’d imagined, but he was …..no slacker. Now some of his gold is on display, and I’m a Brian-backer. (November 12, 2016) Brian's to MyPoemList and mine to my poem list. bri :)
Nice poem, Sir. Really very nice. Ever watch Gold Rush on Discovery? Yep, writing poems is very often hard work- -but once in a while I stumble on a poem idea that's so obvious and pure- -it almost writes itself- -as effortless as stooping to pick a nugget from the creekbed. Thank you for your contribution to my poem. I liked it- -found myself grinning, bri. Bri