Poetry Perfection Complexion

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I got a book at the library called "The Poet's Handbook." I'm 110 pages into it, and it's quite interesting.

Poetry Perfection Complexion

I have attempted to write, most furiously,
But no paper I tread leaves a mark worth keeping.
What secret key have I been missing?
My meter is wrong and the words are cliche;
I read through some works to learn of their ways.
My muse elludes me; I want to write!
The pen, in it's might, allows me to try,
But I've more to learn to get it right.
I'll continue to try, and continue to write.

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WriterGenevieve commented on Poetry Perfection Complexion

10-16-2010

I like this - that you are so truthful in your yearning to improve your writing. I was fortunate that a muse found me - I didn't even seek after one. He so inspired me to write that I have been nonstop for the last year 1/2. If interested you can checkout our stuff at ourromanticpoetry.com. He first wrote a poem to me - although we didn't know each other well - he is an incredible poet with a big following it seems. So I replied - and since then this year 1/2 later...we are still writing to each other - very intense stuff. Anyway, back to your writing, it is beautiful and raw in truth. I love it.

DeepEclipse commented on Poetry Perfection Complexion

07-29-2010

And to me, that is the secret. The journey, not the destination. I love poetry due to its endlessness. The more you use it the more it is honed. It has no ending. Or no -real way- to be done. It exists almost like a personality. Something that is shaped according to desire. Enjoyed the read, and the title leaves something to think about. A perfect...complex. Perhaps perfection is more complex than we can visualize. Interesting...

A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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