Choosing the road less traveled; now where the hell am I?!
The work of the poet is often done in the absence of light and color. Well done, this. And... I love your byline.
I'm glad quiet paths pointed out your by-line. Perfect question.I think this is a lovely poem. I like the idea of poetry as a rainbow lighting the dark.
Wonderfully said. It makes so much sense.
I love it, Scott. Creativity is the way out of darkness--and so often the road less traveled. Thanks.Writing in Faith: Poems
This is so true! When I am stressed, I often turn to the written word to dispell the darkness.
I love the placidity of haikuits form especially soothes this one is very good!
I'm new to poem writing. I have tried haiku but it doesn't turn out well most of the time, unlike what you have here. You expressed it well when it is often hard to come up with a meaningful verse in 3 short lines.
In the darkness of sorrow and difficult circumstances, the heart may utter forth true, bittersweet beauty.
Oh, very nice - very nice!
"When darkness arrivesBright colors are discoveredIn poetic verse".. i'd said somethin' like that to a blind man."if u don't get to shut-up i'lldrive the poetry out of u" was his quick reply.took it quite literally it seems.well,well,needs some practice walkin' down "the road less traveled" i thought.that said,musn't neglect my own practice ,bye for now..
It would seem someone is off their meds.
I love the title as much as the poem itself.
1 ANSWERABLE:1 Who was the joke on>oh!thanks for comprehending it was a joke sir!the joke wasn't on blindness or the blind.2then who was it on>Oh no sir, against no particular person.just musings 'bout poetry not being literal and the impersonal nature of the poetic voice.3is that ur voice>no sir.but u could say the joke was on me.4why didn't u praise the poem>i do at times i misunderstand that the obvious has beenunderstood .5produce ur poetic license>what is that sir!
I for one, have found rainbows in my work. Thanks for this.
spoken with an understanding beyond black letters written in silence... yessss
i often find that the darker the hour the brighter the poetry.....
Absolutely, Jodi. And the beauty of it is that the brightness that leaps from the page often is the light that keeps us from getting lost in the darkness.
poetry, a refuge of color.
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