Finding what you Already Knew

Posted on June 25, 2011 | 33 Comments

The elusive line fails and slips through the net
The failure appears to be at the writer’s regret
Perfection comes when the fingers are left to fly
Instead of writing one line and then waiting for the sky

So let go your fingers and the verse will appear
Galloping through the trail of your warm tears
Not stopping to take the time to back up and read
Push on towards ending on your golden steed

The treasure awaits and you draw ever near
Wait don’t pull up short you’re nearly facing your fears
Softly approaching your mind never clearer
You smile whispering to yourself standing in front of the mirror

© 2011 Michael Yost

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33 responses to “Finding what you Already Knew”

  1. GD | June 25, 2011 at 11:55 AM | Reply

    The last stanza is so full to the brim with meaning. This poem, overall, is uplifting and unconventionally powerful. Thanks for sharing this.

    -GD
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  2. mindlovemisery | June 25, 2011 at 12:12 PM | Reply

    Your rhythm and rhyming is stupendous. Wonderful poem and thank you so much for visiting me =)

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  3. Jingle | June 25, 2011 at 12:31 PM | Reply

    amazing write.

    🙂

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  4. belladonna23 | June 25, 2011 at 6:34 PM | Reply

    great poem. very meaningful and such a truth

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  5. Bodhirose | June 25, 2011 at 8:27 PM | Reply

    It’s all there within if we but get out of the way and allow it to flow. : ) Wonderful..

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  6. Jaan Pehchaan | June 26, 2011 at 6:37 PM | Reply

    A little bit of Wild West to overcome the Writer’s Block!

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  7. wordcoaster | June 26, 2011 at 8:55 PM | Reply

    I like this, although it doesn’t always work for me (sometimes the meticulously perfectionistic approach actually improves my poetry 😉 But I love the last line–great imagery and rhythm!

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    • booguloo | June 27, 2011 at 4:46 AM | Reply

      I’m venturing into the non tapping world of poetry. Go back and see my earlier work.

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      • wordcoaster | June 27, 2011 at 3:52 PM |

        I’m not sure what the tapping world of poetry is or isn’t. 😛 Your earlier works seem more like stream of consciousness, though. You’ve definitely improved!

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      • booguloo | June 27, 2011 at 4:21 PM |

        “Dissolving Fears” is what I call a tapping poem. This one has 10 taps or syllables per line. I could use words like foot or meter, but this is easier for me to explain what I mean. The newer poems aren’t restricted to this format for the time being. Hope that clarifies my meaning.

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  8. seabell | June 26, 2011 at 11:59 PM | Reply

    Here, among other aspects, I read this: a poem is like a mirror of what is in your mind, but the image reflecting is never clear. That’s how I read the two last lines. How was I as a reader?

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  9. danroberson | June 27, 2011 at 11:19 AM | Reply

    You put rhyme, meaning, and feeling into each post. Well done.

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  10. dasuntoucha | June 27, 2011 at 7:08 PM | Reply

    Perfection comes when the fingers are left to fly
    Instead of writing one line and then waiting for the sky    …

    …wow…these lines should be a slogan for a t-shirt…truer words were never written. Inspiring piece.

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  11. wordcoaster | June 27, 2011 at 10:20 PM | Reply

    Ok, I understand. And yes, iambic pentameter can be incredibly restricting–I understand your sentiments more now, thanks 🙂

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  12. A.B. Thomas | June 28, 2011 at 5:49 PM | Reply

    Nice, very nice!

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  14. blitzken | June 30, 2011 at 10:17 AM | Reply

    Echoes so many similar sentiments, Dylan’s “Don’t Look Back”, Kerouac writing On The Road on a roll of paper fed into the typewriter so he could keep going and never have to change paper. Brilliant message!

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