(Ed. Note-This week we bring work by a young, up and coming poet named Rose Blake. Although the Eds. have brain damage–at least this Ed–older than Ms. Blake, she has something to say and we aim to help her say it. After all the future is now. Also we have recently changed our poetry presentation to all in one day, but Rose got in before that happened. Either way, it is the written word that counts most–Leila)
The bare breeze of a lover’s canvas
of mistakes
free of restraints of limits or fears
of the upcoming years
the worries you can’t free from the landscape
of your mindscape
all just seem to disappear into the grass
of tomorrow
Rose Blake
(images by Christopher J Anaias)
Hello Rose
This is sincerity with a tremendous flow! Often you see fifty stanzas to communicate less.
Leila
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Rose
The reader can feel the pressure of the thinking and feeling behind the words that made the words flow, in your poem.
The words in your poem have their own order that makes them a poem. And they are all THE RIGHT WORDS, without the attempt to “impress” the reader by misused vocabulary that doesn’t fit.
This is a natural poem, like a flower that grows on its own. It has a natural shape and urgency, and it expresses thoughts that are specific to the poet, and can also be felt by everyone.
Great work!
Dale
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