I cannot use
words to express
no rhyme no reason
so sad
I confess
**
For I have sworn
duly so
to not reveal my heart
but this you
know
***
Were I able
I’d sing a song
dance in the moonlight
all night
long
***
In our eyes
there’d be no trace
in sorrow
or sadness
there is no place
***
Gladness and laughter
would fill each line
spilling in verse
no sense
of time
*
But I am speechless
yes it is so
for I am bound
from romance
sad – I know
Michelangelo is my favorite sculptor. This piece (one of the captive series) has so much feeling.
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Wonderfully written!
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ohhhh that is beautiful… and I’ve not seen that sculpture before!
it almost gives a feeling of being trapped in sorrow…
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what a sad and lonely place to be…bound from romance…happy one shot my friend…
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it really is self imposed – I was getting in a writing rut and my mentor assures me my best work is anything but romantic. so this is breaking the rules just a tad – dont tell him ok?
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Pleasing you should think of sothneimg like that
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Hey, Babe! There IS a man waiting for you, but neither he nor you realize who that is…might be someone you already know, or not–live with, or not! Imagine that he is thinking those same thoughts as you wrote. (sigh!)
Then relax, live life well, and God will do what you cannot do for yourself.
I know–I know…you did NOT ask for advice, but since I have troubles LIVING advice–my only solace is to dish it out LOLOL!
Love and PEACE, my friend,
Steve
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Thanks my friend – Ha. I hope I dont have to dig him out of marble – my chisel is rusty
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An answer from an expert! Thanks for coinrtbuting.
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Indeed a sad situation…bound from romance.
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It’s funny cuz I’ve been angsting about not being able to write romantic poetry for a month ( yes a pitiful state) and I have this hero in stone or victim…
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Nice link to the picture’s expression…
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This has a wistful quality to it that I really like.
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Ha!
A vacation from Romance eh?
Fat Chance.
Wonderful Poem MDW…
You Rock
(Get it? Rock? hehehe)
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Bound in sorrow, bound in stone. Wonderful poem.
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I had the extreme chncae to be gifted this awesome painting at Burning Man. Thank you so much Josh, continue the good job, ignite the passion! I will be writing you an email shortly.
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Sad but beautifully written.
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Yes, he is, and so is your poem.
Beautiful….flowing rhythmn.
Lady Nyo
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I’m a Rodin girl myself, but I love both this sculpture and your heartfelt words. And besides, who better to dance in the moonlight than our favorite moondustwriter?
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it’s amazing what sculptors like michelangelo were able to create from a piece of stone. we have a lion’s monument in lucerne, hewn out of a rock and it was even mentioned my marco polo – and each time i visit i stand in awe and it makes me wanna write – like it happened to you with this piece of michelangelo…beautiful
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He does look like he is imagining a whole existence, doesn’t he? Your words suit him well.
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i enjoyed the flow. perhaps being bound from romance is not such a bad thing 🙂
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Beautiful poem Leslie! I especially liked the sculpture as the poem was reflective of it. I enjoyed the rhythm that pulsed through the poem. It was a very pleasant piece to read. Thank you for sharing!
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Beautifully written…hugs
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I love your words here!
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the sculpture does look so tormented… i’m sorry it’s from a broken heart…
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hmmm I so can relate! There is no need for romance grr! 🙂
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Your words flow so beautifully to capture the elusive romance set in stone! Lovely and wistful.
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Oh, that is sad, as is the sculpture.
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This was so unromantic and unmoving … Sorry … I was speaking in negatives again.
A very moving, romantic piece from one bound from such. EXCELLENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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They say a sculptor takes stone and cuts away everything that doesn’t look like his subject. I think a poet like you does the somewhat the same, Leslie. You’ve precisely cut away all the words that wouldn’t express your feelings so directly, so beautifully, so perfectly right in their emotion and message. Wonderful.
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Joe I think this is the kindest comment anyone has made about my poetry. I’ve never sculpted from stone but I have sculpted with clay so it is a building process not a cutting away. Smiles my friend
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“bound from romance”…this is indeed sad.
Smiling…As the self-proclaimed “king of romance”, I can’t imagine living any other way.
I hope you have a change of heart soon, Leslie.
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I can completely relate to the feeling of being unable to express feelings, while at the same time having them churn within. Dig how easygoing the poem feels, even though the speaker is a prisoner in their own head. Excellent! 😀
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Michaelangelo is my favorite too. Well done Leslie *hugs*
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Its amazing how artists and sculptors have inspired since ages – poets – to write. But thats what beauty does to one.
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Beautiful sculpture and words 🙂
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That’s the beauty of it you CAN! You can read as many of the grnees as you like, if I read the information correctly. Oh, and I saw the ABNA information and I toyed with it, but I’m not sure romance would fare as well against thrillers and lit fic. Hard to say, since they’re all so different. I’m surprised they don’t have it broken down more, at least, initially.
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Beautiful piece you’ve written, I love the flow
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Beautiful and romantic, Leslie. Words from the heart to the heart. Wow. Welcome back to romantic words.
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Just a tad of romance, from one for which ‘there is none’… Tenderly told tale. Nicely done.
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I love the way your have turned the visual of the statue into a metaphor for struggle – a struggle to find words, or love, or both.
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trust me to get excited with bondage…great rhyme going on here…cheers and hope all well…pete
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Yes I would say leave it to you Pete
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Quite touching the sentiment of this piece, it aches and I felt that. ~ Rose
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Fantastic write. Thank you for sharing this. Here is mine: http://verseinanutshell.wordpress.com/2011/05/18/game-over/
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Its odd, but each time I read something from you, it tells me a different story. I often read something/anything more than once and its because, in the blink of an eye, the words speak of what I missed first time around.
Truly delightful piece.
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Beutiful sculpting of stone and words, Leslie.
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I think you did a nice job capturing the essence of the art, not only in words but your choice of form was an exceptional touch, especially the subtlety of the inconsistent asterisks between stanzas. Well done.
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thanks Fred for your kindness and appreciation of the little things
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So much truth to this. It fairly sings
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“Were I able” says so much and I like how the imagination then soars.
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Paula (Mom) – The Notebook was one of my favorite rtioamc movies too. The Bronx tale? and/or Donnie Brasco. I didn’t get the Red Riding Hood one and all I can think of with the car is the mini but that’s not it- What is it from???March 24, 2009 7:45 pm
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really love this sculpture..your words fit it fine…I also love how you ended it, for I still had the rhyme on my tongue when I read Michelangelo which kept the flow going ~
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Ah, how can Michelangelo not inspire? Always a wonderful source…and a fetching piece, one creative inspired by another!
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Yes a genius with his mind and hands
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We need more ingithss like this in this thread.
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What a great poem for a great artist. You’re making me wonder why I turned my nephew down for meeting him in Italy and Turkey.
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Hmmm another opportunity – go!!!
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Sad n yet bound with romance.. the image is complementing!
At times it’s better to put the smiling face forward then to share the tears.. they are left to be dried up on their own!
Maybe we keep smiling till smile rests on our mouth and declares it its home.. 🙂
Hugs xoxox
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I read this yesterday and was OK until I got to:
for I am bound
from romance
Why and how?
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I love this. You have captured so much in so few lines. Beautiful.
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