I dabble in the hallowed art of poesy,
my efforts revealing only shallow skill.
I hunt around for words with greater impact
to give the poem a mighty whack,
a blast of power to the intellect,
significance beyond the obvious.
The mot juste, when I find it, brings a thrill,
a frisson at my centre as the wizardry unfolds
wayward, wilful, totally out of control.
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Delightful! Love it.
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I thought ‘out of control’ was a definition for life. You’ve captured this moment well.
Elizabeth
http://soulsmusic.wordpress.com/
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very nice…I can relate to all…especially the shallow skill part
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I know exactly the feeling you’re talking about! (I’ve had it once or twice.)
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Frabjous!
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When I write, my thesaurus is my best friend – it’s far better at finding good words than I am on my own!
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Mine too – I keep the Word thesaurus open at the side of the page all the time that I’m writing.
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“The mot juste, when I find it, brings a thrill” – oh, yes, that makes it all worth while.
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Letting go often frees up something that surprises even the poet! I agree..out of control can be good..
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love that “frisson at my centre” 🙂
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I think it is a delight to go the extra step and produce something quite new…even better when it gets out of control.
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