Tag: write

Posted in Craft, Poetry

When the Words Flow

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
When the words flow from ones brain onto paper
One can be sure to think there’ll be mess,
And yet more oft' then not ’tis pure magic,
Thus is just how I personally write I confess.

For while some prefer planning and sculpting,
Endless research and contemplating…
There’s nothing quite as Devine as just sitting,
And letting the words flow like water in a storm - not debating. 🙂 

Writing is an art, and a most enchanting one,
That lets one’s beholder cast the pictures in their mind,
Taking them further each time through their own evolution,
Whilst evolving the writer beyond their current point in kind.

Though at times writing can be a most frustrating event,
When the words shan’t flow on the cue that we’d like,
 Pens run out of ink, devices go flat, the stream of words block,
 or life just happens to decide to block our delight…

Yet letter vie letter in each written moment,
The enchanting magic of when the words flow,
Can take all they reach onward seraphically or not.
For it all depends what the writer shall have for them this time in stow…
Posted in Info Poem, Poetry, Thought Provokers

Idea be Thine

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
Ever have an amazing idea you long to bring to life?
Yet haven’t known exactly how to make it actually so,
I’ve been there many a time before myself as well,
And I think you may just require what this poem has in stow…

As when we get amazing ideas popping into our thoughts,
We may have elements we already know how to apply,
But what of the other elements? Our knowledge and research skills can only take us so far,
How do we navigate the ideas onward to the world beyond you and I?

For to the world in general ‘tis irrelevant if an idea be thine or thous,
Nor if we’ve worked on it from scratch hours upon hours,
 If near not a soul can find it; it truly only exists for us alone,
Which for some may shatter dreams through to their very bone…

Yet though we be much like a droplet in the oceans vast,
A tiny leaf upon a massive, wise ancient tree with its roots steadfast,
There’s always room for us and our creations in this world,
We just need to learn how to cast it out into the sea successfully unfurled.

Now, though there’s always a multitude of ways for one to go about this,
The way I find to be ideal for launching ideas from thoughts to creations so that the world can enjoy a squiz,
Is that which one can find by adjourning to thepoeticlife2.biz

Where one can become more informed and guided further upon the journey that ideas to fruition is…

Posted in Poetry, Thought Provokers

Woe be the Pen…

Posted on by Tracey L. Bhattarai 
Pen to paper, butt to chair,
 Inspiration can come from anywhere,
Though the messages we usually need to write,
Tend to come the wrong side of midnight,
Or at times we really cannot pick up a pen,
Which in turn creates it’s own degree of frustration.

Though frustrating as it may be,
Writing ’tis something that needs to flow naturally,
For when it’s forced it becomes less enchanting,
Both in content and process - the contrast may be startling,
Yet to only write when words flow can be far from practical,
Thus creating a thought seemingly more theatrical.

For woe be the pen that happens to use an abundance of ink,
Along with the thoughts that fly a writer to tears brink,
Yet they near always occur around the same challenging time,
Damaging our balance, tolerance to which most despair less sublime,
So on one continues; their quest to create something seraphic,
Though the process of said path may turn a tad more dramatic.

Whilst those whom see this wordly warrior use pen for a sword,
~ Whose hope is they’ll merely not despise though dreams they’ll applaud,
Making the perceived moments of torture much less of a fight,
’N’ the visualisation of completion becomes all the more sweeter a devine sight, ~
Look on in confusion as to why they would choose for them this plight,
Unaware ’tis often not a choice for often a writer’s a writer cause they just HAVE to write!

 Yet on they shall sludge - letter vie beautiful letter,
Creating something they hope shall make at least a day better,
For knowledge that they can make a life more inspired with words,
Can drive a writer by force to design them by heards,
Yet all writers know that there are words that fall flat,
And that it may be all, none or most of theirs worthy only the ear of a cat.

But to have that hope of inspiration can spur most to pen or keyboard,
Knowing there’s always a chance it be their next word to have soared,
Away to the multiverse that be coded or traditional print,
Often praying the right person happens to find their way to it with a hint,
Of curiosity enough to read right to the pieces far end,
To find the whole intention of what the creation ’tis supposed to send.