Monday, April 11, 2005

Poetry by Dee

At times, I dabble in poetry. I did not want to post any of it at first because I am my worst critic. I always read my poetry and deem it too lame to share. I gathered some courage today to post one that I've grown to love.     

There exist only three beings worthy of respect: the priest, the soldier, the poet.
To know, to kill, to create. 
Charles Baudelaire, Mon Coeur Mis a Nu, XXII

                     

                                                          Guilt

 

                                      My soul is weary

                                        My body is worn down

                                          I keep beating myself

                                            For my past sins

 

                                       I long to be free

                                                   Without any memory

                                           So I can stop

                                             Living in fantasy

18 comments:

jibaro6543 said...

It speaks volumes....I really like it!!!!!!
Have a great week!!!!!
Ellie
http://journals.aol.com/jibaro6543/ELLIESCRAZYLIFE/

barbpinion said...

Says so much in so few words. I hope you'll post some more of your poetry. I like this one very much. *Barb* http://journals.aol.com/barbpinion/HEYLETSTALK

jouell3935 said...

THat is beautiful...We are our own worse critics...looking for the perfection in the words...when most of the time...they are already there...
Jodi

bigred3392 said...

That was fantabulous! And trust me, I am an expert on fantabulousness. Please post more poetry, I'd love to read them :)
http://journals.aol.com/bigred3392/TracysAwesomeJournalofAwesomenes

jtuwliens said...

Nicely done!  Short, poignant, and powerful.  It says a lot, and I like it.  ("The Scream" adds another layer to your poem.  I like that the story behind the art complements the meaning of your words.)  Please give us another, won't you?
Best,
Judith
http://journals.aol.com/jtuwliens/MirrorMirrorontheWall

deabvt said...

Hey, Great Work!!  You`re goin` to have to give us more now!!
V

my78novata said...

Hey that is wonderful. I see aol alerts on ly works on some journals and your is one its not alerting me SO thanks for leaving you link.

my78novata said...

Hey that is wonderful. I see aol alerts on ly works on some journals and your is one its not alerting me SO thanks for leaving you link.

gardenmantis said...

I know what you mean. I too am my own worst critic. Nice poem, I look forward to reading more!
Mary

dakotarose2852 said...

Oh, I like this!  It speaks to me and I can relate to your words.  The picture you chose to accompany your poem is excellent.  Susan

judithheartsong said...

beautiful. judi

dreamynetta said...

this was very pretty........i beat myself up all the time for my past mistakes..our memories can be blessings or sometimes they can almost destroy us.  it's a strange thing.  this was a lovely entry.  http://journals.aol.com/dreamynetta/Underneathitall

cneinhorn said...

very good poem.   glad you found the courage to share it with us, thank you!  :-)

~ www.jerseygirljournal.com

heyleesilentd said...

Hey, that's pretty good! A lot better than anything I could possibly write. I've written one good poem in my lifetime. And I'm not sure where the only copy I have of it is...it's about a garden. Yep Yep...
-Haley

tschamberland said...

Lame this is NOT.  Don't second guess what comes from your heart and soul.  If it made it onto the screen with feeling, than it has purpose.  Sharing it with J-land may fulfill that purpose.
Tammy

karensull12 said...

I love this.  I write poetry also, but am very reluctant to post it in my journal because it's such a personal thing for me and it would feel like I was leaving my heart open and I'm not really willing to do that right now.

justaname4me2 said...

Dee,
This is wonderful. It reaches in and touches the soul who feels the very thing. Words that connect should be shared and I hope you share more.
Rebecca

ametzosoprano said...

Guilt

How very apt is this poem. I am going through a Guilt time about my Daughter. Not because I harmed her in any way,but because I wanted her to stay a little girl. She is not speaking to me at the moment,in fact it has been a year and a half now.She has told me that she needs her own space. I respect her wishes,but it is hard!

Love Andrea