An Old Poets Haunt

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This is serious. Is poetry losing it's sheen or are people too busy?
Can't imagine this world without poems, songs without good lyrics.....
...mechanical.

Excellent write.
Fond regards,
D.

Re: An Old Poets Haunt (Score: 1 ) by MoZark on Tuesday, July 17, 2012 (19:19:37)

I don’t think poetry will ever die, just the poets and sites that for whatever reason fail to keep up. Thanks D. have a grand tomorrow…Jack


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This is a very well written poem. I understand that it is a site but I pictured large spooky hallways echoing....good job.

Re: An Old Poets Haunt (Score: 1 ) by MoZark on Wednesday, July 18, 2012 (07:23:57)

Thank you Linda, it’s like after the dance every one has gone home and the band is packing up but you don’t want to leave. Have a grand tomorrow…Jack


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J.C. Hill,

your words

have been heard.

these words, that you have written, they rippled to me

and my inner ear did hear!

YOU!

sedubah

Re: An Old Poets Haunt (Score: 1 ) by MoZark on Wednesday, July 18, 2012 (07:37:53)

Thanks Ken, interesting comment. But my sounds reach dead ears in the halls of a dieing site. Have a grand tomorrow…Jack


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Nice write... The closes I have come to a place like that is GP... And it is nice to see some of the older members hankering on.

This reminds me of going home after running away so many years ago; everything got smaller. The house was empty it stood in the same place; the road had not widened and yet the two looked as if they became closer over the years. It was no longer home; it felt like a haunt.

BWP... James... Thanks...

Re: An Old Poets Haunt (Score: 1 ) by MoZark on Wednesday, July 18, 2012 (11:41:55)

You know what they say, there’s no going back; sometimes it’s better to keep that memory of use-to-be than be disappointed in the now. Thanks James.
Have a grand tomorrow…Jack


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what a haunting and inspired poem. i feel the place to which the poet returns is within himself or herself seeking what is lost - that which once inspired their poetry.

Re: An Old Poets Haunt (Score: 1 ) by MoZark on Wednesday, July 18, 2012 (11:40:58)

I’ve only been writing for twelve years, at one point I thought to quit dumped all my writings; but I was left with a void I didn’t think would come about, but it did, so hear I am. Thanks Bonnie, have a grand tomorrow…Jack


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Ah, I truly felt your "footfalls echo hollow"... quite a few sites I've visited frequently in the past seem to have vanished. Sometimes I wonder if Google is deliberately hiding something from me. This is really a powerful lament, my friend. All best wishes, Mary Ann

Re: An Old Poets Haunt (Score: 1 ) by MoZark on Wednesday, July 18, 2012 (15:25:07)

There it lay near the brink that I worry of, and seek out the cyber florist for when the ink has totally dried. Thanks Mary Ann. Have a grand tomorrow…Jack


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Ah, my longtime friend~I know of what you speak & your poem has touched me deeply. We were a great little close knit family. You have expressed beautifully and perfectly that feeling of returning to echoing halls and emptiness. An absolute 10 and a favorite as it so clearly says what I feel. lb/fb/jl

Re: An Old Poets Haunt (Score: 1 ) by MoZark on Thursday, July 19, 2012 (06:41:18)

Some times I look back and wonder why? But I guess it just wasn’t meant to be, though it’s hard to except the facts that it’s over. I’ll keep clicking it back until…
Thanks LB. Have a grand tomorrow…Jack


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A shadow of its former glory
when nearly all had rhyming stories
lamenting too for days of old
of fertile muse and poem gold

nice write

Re: An Old Poets Haunt (Score: 1 ) by MoZark on Thursday, July 19, 2012 (06:42:21)

Thanks Rondo for your rhyming sentiments, most appreciated. Have a grand tomorrow…Jack


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I feel like I'm part of the problem If this poem is about GP, then it makes me want to write a bunch of stuff.

That aside, I really enjoyed this write.

"I come again; and again I lament
that dream that we all once had,
when we would write and vent,
laugh and cry, be gay, be sad."

I tend to lurk the site without enriching the content. Well, now I'm gonna go kick out a few poems!

Thanks for kicking me in the ass! haha

--Donavan
MusicMaestro13

Re: An Old Poets Haunt (Score: 1 ) by MoZark on Thursday, July 19, 2012 (19:04:09)

You’re ass is safe. This is about a site called “Word Distillery”. You might say I grew up there. A beautiful lady pays the bills; I guess just for the few that drop in now and then.
I hate to be the heavy here but if you think you need the services of my #12 consider it done. Have a grand tomorrow…Jack


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This is a wonderful piece of writing Jack, it really brings home the value of really enjoyable and sometimes life changing experiences, creating memories and always the desire to never let go of those parts of our lives where we felt truly happy... Phoebe

Re: An Old Poets Haunt (Score: 1 ) by MoZark on Thursday, July 19, 2012 (19:01:51)

Though time and age may lose their names they will always be in memory. Thanks so much for your kind and understanding comment. Have a grand tomorrow…Jack


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G'day Jack...
It seems that whatever has a beginning has an end, and its not always a fairytale ending.
Thank you Jack.
Lindsay

Re: An Old Poets Haunt (Score: 1 ) by MoZark on Monday, July 23, 2012 (09:21:13)

Unlike the antique dealer when it goes it will be gone forever. Thanks Lindsay.
Have a grand tomorrow…Jack


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I know asite like that and I too go back.

Re: An Old Poets Haunt (Score: 1 ) by MoZark on Monday, July 23, 2012 (21:22:23)

One day it will cease to be then and only then will I/we be set free.
Thanks much for the comeback. Have a grand tomorrow…Jack


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there is no time
because nothing
is ever really begins
or is ever truly gone

it's all still going on
always now running along
forever replaying its long
beloved butterfly songs


michael

but you have never left, my friend...it is all illusion, this thing we call time...in truth, everything that was still is, and all that will be already exists now...and there is only now, infinite in its scope and intention.............................michael

Excellent write, a fave