Metaphors shed
new light on life,
they restore
vibrant colors
dulled by dust,
adding depth
to our frame
of reference.
Poets are
knee-jerk puppets at
the strings of their words,
ventriloquist voices
thrown to embody
any emotion.
The finesse
of progress
through spoken
word & rhyme,
passing out
pathos to impart
personality on
complacent
populations.
Poem
I could put
you in a tidy
sentence with
punctuation
in all the right
places but
feelings are
best left
unkept
for effect.
Poems cannot
write themselves,
they are an
extension of
our experience,
words awakened
when we need
to come to terms
with our spirit.
Words are so
objective & defined,
yet we manipulate
them for our
subjective
perspective,
constructing
intangible feelings
from alphabets.
What a mountain
of words at my
disposal to pilfer
as I choose,
but there is
strength in
restraint,
I will climb
only those
of use.
Short
breaths,
subtle
heartbeats,
succinct
pathos,
life’s
truest
form,
bare
bones.
I am
lightheaded
& heavyhearted
breathing
words
instead of
oxygen.
Words can only
get you so far,
the rest must
be traveled
in silence,
listening for
the unspoken
heartbeat.
The ancient eavesdropper 
Every word written for a reason, a little piece of your thoughts, a release of your emotions…..
Of course you can say this better, my friend.
This is phenomenal,
Yes, so very true, my friend! Thank you for your kind words! This poem is a compilation of my more recent Tweets that share a common theme. The title suggests we are only seeing half the life of a poem, the other half remains close to the heart, words felt but unspoken. I hope you have a wonderful Wednesday 🙂
Cheers,
Tyler
“…breathing words instead of oxygen…” just part of a memorable stanza )
Thank you, Bonnie! Your kind words are much appreciated. I hope you have a wonderful day 🙂
Cheers,
Tyler
A nice bucket of wriggling thoughts!
Thank you, Simon! This poem is a collection of my most recent Tweets that share a common theme. What we see and feel in a poem is only half the story – the other half remains close to the heart, beating in purposeful silence. I hope you have a wonderful day, my friend 🙂
Cheers,
Tyler
Suuuuuuuuuuper! Superb.
Thank you kindly, Keely! I hope you have a wonderful day! Keep up the inspired writing on your blog 🙂
Cheers,
Tyler
Really like the theme.
Thank you, my friend! This poem is a compilation of my most recent Tweets that share a common theme, exploring the interplay between the poem we write externally and the poem we feel inside. The poem that you see on paper is but half the story – the other half resides close to the heart, life felt through unspoken beats. Hopefully this makes sense. Have a wonderful day and keep up the inspired work on your blog 🙂
Cheers,
Tyler
Tyler, I hold hope where words can transform, transend language to something that is found in the silence between heart-beats, and across timeless time. I think you have a key to this. Really enjoyed this poem.
Tara
Thank you, Tara! The poems we write are but half the story – the other half resides close to the heart, beating with so much feeling that we stand speechless, in awe of its life blooming in darkness. I hope you have a wonderful Wednesday, my friend, and keep inspiring the world with your creative spirit 🙂
Cheers,
Tyler
Sublime write, Tyler 🙂
Thank you, Melanie! I truly appreciate your kind words and support and hope you have a wonderful Wednesday 🙂
Cheers,
Tyler
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“I am
lightheaded
& heavyhearted
breathing
words
instead of
oxygen.”
WOW. So beautiful. You weave words nice. Thanks for this. I believe you might enjoy these if you have the time…
http://www.elephantjournal.com/2014/06/a-non-linear-life-lessons-from-nature-laura-ward/
http://www.elephantjournal.com/2014/06/unapologetically-woman-laura-ward/
http://www.elephantjournal.com/2014/06/why-laura-ward-poem/
xxxx sunshine
“Poets are
knee-jerk puppets at
the strings of their words,
ventriloquist voices
thrown to embody
any emotion.”
Tyler, this is, in my opinion, one of the best pieces you have written that I have read. You nail us poets on so many levels. Great capture!