The pen is your guide
Let no hands be tied
The poets who spill their ink
May scrawl with a wink
Whether what’s written is true
Is up to you, yourself and you
Open ideas may offer selection
But where is their direction
Ah, the slack jaw of confusion
Perhaps, your ideal perfection
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Reena’s Exploration Challenge 25
Eugenia
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I found this very insightful!
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Thank you, Catherine, I love your blog. It’s creative and shows your artistic talents.
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Namaste Eugenia 🙂
Yes indeed, the enigma that is the Poet: if we could explain them, they wouldn’t exist 🙂
Have a wonderful weekend. Namaste 🙂
DN
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Yes, Dewin, you read the lines and in between the lines. To explain them would ruin the chance for the reader to interpret them. 😉
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Lovely as always
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Thank you! 😉
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So nicely done Eugenia.
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I appreciate your comments, Michael. Thank you.
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All bliss, if the perspective meets. If not, trolls are born.
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Yes, perception is the key. IMO, poetry reflects feelings, whether true or fictional, which makes it vulnerable to the reader’s interpretation. Trolls prey on what they consider the weak, however, it’s the trolls that are the weak ones. Their opinion is hollow judgment.
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Agree.
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Excellent thoughts put into your poem here Eugenia. May our ink wells never dry up from the words we poets wish to convey..
Love and well wishes,
Have a Perfect weekend my friend..
Take care..
Sue 🙂 ❤
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Thank you, Sue, and have a lovely weekend. 🌷
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❤
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this is so beautiful lines and words!!!
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Thank you so much!
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Lovely, Eugenia!
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A nice piece of poetry Eugenia opening up the question of the role of the poet in poetry. I think the term, the slack jaw of confusion, hits the nail on the head 🙂
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Thank you, Davy.
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Like your style Eugenia … Eric.
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Thank you so much, Eric!
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As another poet once told me, whatever you imagine a verse to mean, it could alos mean something else!
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Yes, that’s what makes poetry so intriguing. It’s all in the interpretation of the author and the reader.
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Love this, catchy, insightful and memorable 🙂
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Thank you, Mandibelle. I am glad you enjoyed it.
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A delightful and very brilliant writing. 🙂
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Thank you so much!
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You welcome, Eugenia. 🙂
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🙂 🙂 Happy to know your happy.
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Your video/picture at the top is fabulous, Eugenia. So creative. Welcome to that little voice and I’m delighted you are following my blog.
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Thank you!
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