Poetic Forces

by Milo De Moray   Mar 3, 2013


"Poetic Forces"

Through me too words do flow,
Within me too they spin and grow,
And betimes I too wake
For I must my creations make
On a sheet of virgin white
For they demand to see the light.

And at times aroused by them too I be,
And driven, can't control what comes over me;
An obsessive silken sensual excitation
One tick tock away from an explosion,
To satisfy my burning need,
To plough and plant indeed,
Another explicit seed.

And though betimes by culture's customs restricted,
Still I must release that which would have me afflicted
To explode, or to flow free
As fate or fortune destined they be,
And as creations their freedom find
From within the confines of my mind.

And though too, some may poor or boring be,
Just as easily they could have been you or me,
And while some may ignore or hold in derision what I say
It makes no never mind to me for it's always been this way,
Yet nonetheless, from my silken sensual distress
I find a release in expressing what I express.

I find release from my distress
In translating what may or may not impress
But within me, I have peace, I am contented
In knowing I am free, for what was intended
Have their existence found, and will stand
Alone, and free as was their demand.

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  • 11 years ago

    by Darren

    I like the fact this is written in an old style, The layout is interesting and the rhyming scheme and tone build a good tension. It almost reads like a Shakespearean monologue, I could picture Hamlet or Macbeth uttering this on stage. (Maybe Rosencrantz?)
    The best thing about the whole piece is the underlying message, you appear to be telling your audience not to worry about the opinions of others and believe in yourself.
    Well done.

    • 11 years ago

      by Milo De Moray

      Thanks Darren, I appreciate your comments, I like to write about what makes me feel alive. This one was inspired by a friend who is also a poet and a performer.

  • 11 years ago

    by Hellon

    This is a very unusual style of writing you have here..It's very olde worlde..not like Shakespeare...something or someone else that is in the back of my mind that I can't quite place...you have me guessing now...won't sleep a wink until I remember haha!!!

    For the most of this poem I feel you were trying to get frustration across...couldn't find the words you wanted to use or something?

    I find release from my distress
    In translating what may or may not impress
    But within me, I have peace, I am contented
    In knowing I am free, for what was intended
    Have their existence found, and will stand
    Alone, and free as was their demand.

    ^^^^

    This tells me you finally realised..if you like it it doesn't really matter what others think...I really liked this one....Well done!

    • 11 years ago

      by Milo De Moray

      Thanks I really liked writing it, oh and when you do recall who that mystery writer was please let me know too because I'd hate to be mangling someone else's style. Thanks again for your response

      Yours Truly

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