You’d never know it’s lonely,
‘Til you hold my brazen pen
You’d write a tender line,
Her emotions will prattle by
Happy poems may come freely
The sad ones will befriend your pen
‘Til your readers cry silly
Sing a lullaby with sonnets
Compose endless soul cantatas
You’d spread your ambiguous words
Make this poem an unsolved riddle
‘Til no one but you cracks her puzzles
Some bibliophile may find them a fancy
Only ‘cos he’s a damn fine collector
You’d never know it’s lonely,
‘Til you hold my scorching pen
You’d write the verity of eternity
And some’ll think you wrote a bunch
You’d never be there to go explaining
Your lines will frolic a hundred meanings
‘Til their obscurity shrouds your loneliness
And the world will never know
Just how truly lonely you are.
17/08/2010
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Ohmston Weth @ohmston
Anthony Ominiabohs is a Computer Scientist who loves writing, travelling and breeding guard dogs. He goes by the pen name: Ohmston Weth.Go to Ohmston Weth's profile, and read more of his/her posts.
So true.
@kaycee: thanks man.
I’d not want to hold that scorching pen. Beautiful poem Weth. Surely, there must be a way out of that loneliness. Perhaps…
@mildredhughes: pray tell, what way would that be…?
Well. ‘Lonely’ is not the word I’d use. I think I’d use ‘alone’.
Nice.
Well I don’t see much difference between both words. I think its just a matter of semantics.
Nice one @ohmston. The difference between alone and lonely is how you feel about it.You can be alone without feeling lonely.
At the start of the poem, the idea of the writer being ‘lonely’ as he craft’s a piece of art is accurate. Towards the end, you introduce the idea of readers not understanding the writer’s meaning or intent, and so he is or should be ‘alone’ but not necessarily lonely in his access to the work’s true meaning.
Thanks for helping me out wit that explanation @Obisike.
Hmmm…this is nice. It struck a rhythmic cord. I like how it made me feel like I was flowing in the water of some silent music. Poems should do this.
Well done Weth. Keep improving your art.
@Chemokopi: thanks man. The improvement of the art, we must.
@Ohmston The mother of invention is solitude. Good work. But please avoid the Soyinka-like big words. Simplicity of diction is praiseworthy.
Noted sir.
iLearn. iGrow. Everytime I read a well written poem like this…
Aint we all students? Thanks man.
Respect §
Thanks boss
Give me a pen and a paper, throw me into a dungeon
with a spade of light penetrating throw the crevice,
take away all the rest….
So true. Dats all a writer’ll ever need.
I agree with yahayamadu. in solitude, great ideas are unleashed…i wouldn’t worry about loneliness as a poet though. Well done ohmston!
Thanks.
@ohmston: The things borne out of a quiet solitude echoes through eternity. I suppose it’s that hollow feeling that makes a commonplace experience so profound for a poet.
I guess for the muse too, one is company, two’s a crowd.
I cant agree more.
@ohmston; this is a lovely poem,I really like the rhythm.
Am glad you enjoyed it.