Fortress

Poem By Rod Mendieta

Yours is wondrous Poetry
Laden with the ripe fruits of emotion,
The lustrous layers of your longing.
One should only very carefully tread
Upon the suburbs of your frock
For your heart's sluices grow restless,
And the white waters will sweep away
All but the wariest onlooker.

Wish I could open up my heart
And let it pour itself out in a poem,
Unabashedly, unfettered like yours,
But my poetry is barren and bleak,
Stale concoction in the recesses of the brain,
For I dwell stubborn in a Fortress,
Content with merely hurling snippets
Of cerebral musings over the battlements.

Comments about Fortress

Wish I could open up my heart And let it pour itself out in a poem, Unabashedly, unfettered like yours, But my poetry is barren and bleak, Stale concoction in the recesses of the brain, For I dwell stubborn in a Fortress, Content with merely hurling snippets Of cerebral musings over the battlements. - - - - - - What a lovely poetic expression of a poet's frustration when he feels that creative juices are not flowing through his pen.
So Poetic! i could rhyme that with pathetic, but................i won't. how could i use this in August? i just used it in March this year according to my previous comment. let me look at any new poem you have and see what i find. otherwise i DO have more of yours waitingin the wings in MyPoemList. :) bri
another wonderful work or art, my friend
i shall place this, in its entirety, into my/our MARCH 2017 'SHOWCASE FOR PH POETS'. IF IT were 4 lines longer, i would leave some of it out of the showcase (maybe): see my message sent to you today. if you don't want this in the showcase, tell me and i'll take it out. you may submit another to replace it also. keep me in mind in April (for showcase) . :) bri :)
What I enjoy the most about this site is when I see a remark by a name unknown to me and I decide to detour from my usual routine and go see what this person posts- - and discover that I have stumbled across a huge talent! Huge! Thank you for sharing this gem of a poem, this pear of great price. For I dwell stubborn in a Fortress, Content with merely hurling snippets Of cerebral musings over the battlements. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Now that is a creative closure! A most unique image that I will not easily forget. 10++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ and a place on my Favorite List.


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