Do I know myself as a writer?

Question

The Poet: Forecast

Winds have not begun, yet.
Silent...too silent. A hush.
Water in the sky, rivering
Thru beds of December...

The hunting cats approach,
Each ghosting thru the woods,
Padding...silent...too silent.
Wolf stands bristled. Knows.

She looks at me. Bristled...
Knowing the forecast
Of pen to paper...
Storm...carnage.

Elysabeth...poemhunter

Answer 1

you are waiting for the idea of getting started on work. i just got up and really that was the first thing that popped up in my head

Answer 2

I Am, Therefore I Write, Ergo, I am a Writer!!!

When confronted with the blank page of parchment
Do you lock away your fears and draw upon the years
Of your childhood, your family fables and foes?
Are you able to sleep through the dream that inspires
You to write, or do you awake in the middle of the night?
How many napkins have your poems and ideas sprawled With a lipliner or lip pencil, even blood, if you had to?
Does your heart burn with passion fired by thrills of living
Or are you depressed and view merely the embers dying?
Is your glass half empty or half full, truth be told!
Do you dance when you want to, do you blast music really
Loud to awaken and stir up the heart beat, palpitations
Drumming poatterns in the rhythm and rhymes of the beat
Do you see what you dream, you write, can you feel it?
Better yet, can others do the same? Are you truly alive or
Barren. Have you changed at all, or do you hold to the comfort
Of what is known? What is the last daring, exuberating thing
You did, and how long ago? Newness builds character, Elders preserve character; you as a nubile writer must
Pull from both of these and become a writer!


Valrie in OCALA

Answer 3

optimistic, you're a author. every person who writes is a author. while printed, then you definately can say "author." yet you isn't printed quickly, so seek for a clean job. How do i understand? You look to think of you would be printed in the previous you run out of funds, so as that tells me you already know certainly no longer something approximately the thank you to do it different than what you discovered decrease back in college (and faculty would not prepare the thank you to place in writing novels.) It takes years to make a narrative placed up-worth. maximum authors have finished time jobs nevertheless. seventy 5% of individuals residing in and around l. a. can call themselves actors, yet in many instances they're doing something else. you're loose to call your self something you like. fact shows you get a role, while you the right thank you to do what you declare you already understand the thank you to do. What you think of a singular is and what's known via publishers on the instant are 2 thoroughly countless issues.

Answer 4

In every stanza there's a premonition of doom; in the first--the winds; in the second--the hunting cats; in the third--the wolf. And finally, the problem of pen to paper--what will the result be? I also love your use of nouns as verbs: rivering, ghosting, which convey such vivid images.

Answer 5

All I need to say is bravo. I like how you took a different perspective on life, describing things such as,
"Water in the sky", symbolizing the blue serene feeling of the sky. This is excellent work!

Answer 6

You expressed the sense of pause, of suspension before the storm really well, and it is a beautiful natural metaphor for writing. I understand better why your poems are so close to nature, have such a natural rhythm about them.

Answer 7

Your poem sets the scene well....
...silence without wind blowing in your ears...
...a blue sky (assumed by reference to a river in the sky)...
...a snowy December time...
...cats and wolves; prey and predator, walking in the woods...
...The wolf is alert, and recognizes that there is a storm coming...

An excellently descriptive poem... I wouldn't mind you giving me some poetry tips if you have some time... I tend to focus on the philosophical or the random too much...

Answer 8

I am not qualified to critique, only to appreciate.
And that I do. Appreciate. You that is.

Poems don't get written, poems just happen.
Many I have written and not saved. Later my mind tried and could not recall them They bled out of my pen and were lost forever.
They never belonged to me.

Answer 9

it is a wonderful poem. it makes me think what it is about and it got me think for a long time. so i love the poem its very complex and interesting to the mind to find the picture in are heads

Answer 10

Oh my gosh, your muse must be a fierce and "stormy" one. Your wolf must be very in tune with you, as well. Yes, insightful.
I love the way that capture the latent strife with images that are alive and tantalizing. This is so good.