When problems arise
Like dark clouds into my skies,
A strange kind of thrill goes over me.
Why?
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Recently, due to my writerly sensitivity, I too experienced a tremulous unease which you describe so aptly as 'rumbling and tumbling.' I am tempted to call it divine unease.
I am writer and I love to write...loved this truthful expression...Top score.
wow, wow, wow, why have I not seen your poetry before now? , This is absolutely stunning and amazing, you are profoundly in tune with my thinking, you cherished poetess! ., ! I am thankful I happened upon your poems.m., ., ., oh how beautiful....how tender and honestly your emotions flow, to my top of favorites I am placing you! ! ! Just absolutely amazing! ! !
Because I am a writer. I know myself and my worth much better.- - - very good work culture- -this poem nicely has been written.
I know myself and my worth much better. One day these people and I will all be gone into thin air. But my words will stay and echo through the whole universe... lovely theme. Beautiful poem having haunting expression. Thanks for sharing.
Thanks for your hearty appreciation of my poems, Kumarmani...I don't think I can thank you enough for all those wonderful comments you have left behind on so many of my poems. Thanks once again!
Focussed and factual. Beautiful depiction of the essence and intricacies of writing elegantly brought forth in good rhyme scheme with insight. Great job Jasbir. Thanks for sharing.
Though the last verses seem to spread out an arrogance, they do not.It's not a personal matter of a single writer boasts over his own achievements.The writer here, the poet, puts down these verses to defend all writers in the world.She speaks on their sake.Writers have to thank her.
lovely...the arrogance is well deserved....a neat poem with a tongue in cheek message to those..non writers bravo...long live the writers.. :) liked
I know myself and my worth much better. One day these people and I will all be gone into thin air. But my words will stay and echo through the whole universe... it has a tragic tone...but you have successfully jumps to the peace from the tragic sufferings....your poetry will keep you to the coming world........ good diction and nice and spontaneous rhyming..... thanks apa, , ,
A writer simply has to write- -words are writers' breath of air. We write the words and sends them out to dance on the stage and can only hope they resonate with the audience. Good review or bad, we go back to our drawing boards and try again because Shakespeare and Poe and Whitman are in our hearts and urge us to pour our soul into our works. A very good poem here, Jasbir
Yes, writers know their value.They write because they enjoy writing.Their words are their power, their strength and their best rewards that have lasting value.Like Rajnis Manga said, this quality is not arrogance, but self confidence of a writer.A writer does not wait for outside approval.He draws his strength from his own self.
Because I am a writer. I know myself and my worth much better. One day these people and I will all be gone into thin air. But my words will stay and echo through the whole universe. Yes Ma'am. Your words will be echoing through the thin air and Ether as well not only afterwards, but also now for years to come.. Thanks for this lovely poem.10++ for it. Subhas
There is no arrogance here. It is the feeling of confidence, self-control and a writer's uprightness that stands him or her in good stance even in the face of challenges and adversities. Thank you so much, Jasbir ji, for this great piece of poetry. Because I am a writer / I thrive on adversity /...words....come out as pearls on paper...
Words have immense power. They continue to thrill and inspire others even after we disappear from this Earth! I greatly applaud your sense of pride in being a writer, Jasbir! Yes, we all can be proud that we are writers! ! Great write!
Wonderful! Yes, we writers thrive on adversity, and our words will outlive us
Even though one may not believe in God, one may experience such unease as heaven--given. Isn't it strange?