LOL. I certainly do. When as a law student I did title searches and had to review hundred-year-old documents, I saw something that I'm kicking myself for not making a copy of. Someone wrote a document in such clear, neat and in fact perfect cursive that once the page was filled, they turned it 90 degrees and wrote over the original writing, and amazingly, it was easy to read both ways. I think they did that many years ago to save paper, which may have been expensive for some people.
Neetu, in the words of Samantha Stevens onBEWITCHED: "Well. . ." I got confused as to what Old Cursive is falling out of favor. I get it now: Computers and Smartphones.
You know, Cal, a poem can often be interpreted many ways. I have had incredible interpretations of my poems written back to me and I usually love them!
Neetu! I was hesitant to express what I really felt the first time I saw the black image and the words built upon it. I am more open to express myself now. This poem is both beautiful and deep:
I see a child, a person, who is dealing with addiction, sadness even, waiting for the day when s/he can feel better. Yet, . . .its ending gives me a different vibe for I 'see' psychedelics. . .and these colors are not 'borne' out of the addiction and sadness expressed before.
Thank you, Neetu, for sharing your exceptional talent with us. What a relief it is to see read such beauty instead of verbal political and religious nastiness.
You are so kind, Buzz. I just do what I do and share it. I have been mulling publishing a book of poems and likely will do so in a few years. I know I have enough for a collection! But it takes discipline to work on a book project and that is what I lack.
Beautiful work Neetu. I'm not usually a connoisseur of poetry beyond the ribald "There once were two ladies from Boston" style, but yours are much different and understandable. You can express emotion in a way that can be absorbed, even by an old, cynical man like myself.
I knew that they would stay up a lot longer if you published them on blogs. That gives more people a chance to find and appreciate them.
Thank you so much, TTGA. To me, it is very important that a poem be transparent even when metaphors are used. No one should have to struggle to make sense of it. Poetry can be very obscure and there are poets, exceedingly good ones, I know that cloud their work in such deeply buried metaphor that a normal reader gets quite deterred from even reading it. I avoid that kind of poetry. The most beautiful words are the simplest, in my humble opinion, and even the most complex of thoughts and emotions can be presented simply.
I am totally delighted to read your reply. Yesterday, as I took a walk yesterday on a beautiful sunny day, I thought about poetry and you, Neetu.
I have a friend who is ready to pass away by and by.
As I took in my environment, I observed the snarled, barren, blackened trees standing next to vibrantly white and blooming green trees with wind coursing through and *rattling* each leaf. The moment did not escape me of how she will depart from us this spring, even as the trees stare over at their sickly and winter fallen fellows. It strikes me, there is a poem here somewhere.
Indeed there is a lovely poem in there, Cal! Those are some great images, of a snarled, blackened tree against fertility and growth, the rustling of leaves, reminding us of both renewal and decay. I am sorry you are seeing a friend in the last stages and that emotion can be woven into the images of life and death in nature.
Friend Neetu, yet I am not sad for my friend. She is snarled, nearly blackened, and her body leaks her life out. It's harder to keep it now. By and by when she goes, I will understand. Your poem, "Before Its Gone"explores how rich and colorful life can be and how we can have grace in falling. I am not sad for her. For I have read and am convinced she shall reach the presence of the Creator and all live there.
I understand that, Cal. There comes a time to let go for all of us. Some do it gracefully, some fight it hard. Neither is right or wrong. All that lives must die. What happens after is not known to any of us. But old makes way for new. The here and now is all we have. That is the only certainty we know.
I read and love them all! Sixpick's hauntingly beautiful guitar tones are so powerful and full, that for several weeks running another Master Guitarist opening notes have been pricking my memory bank. Eureka! Today, I found it!
It is great to have your classy artistic contributions Neetu2.
Thank you, TiG. Glad you see them that way.
This is great, Neetu!
Thanks, Calbab.
Really love the poem, Neetu.
It's a shame that so few will remember what old cursive was.
LOL. I certainly do. When as a law student I did title searches and had to review hundred-year-old documents, I saw something that I'm kicking myself for not making a copy of. Someone wrote a document in such clear, neat and in fact perfect cursive that once the page was filled, they turned it 90 degrees and wrote over the original writing, and amazingly, it was easy to read both ways. I think they did that many years ago to save paper, which may have been expensive for some people.
Glad you do, Perrie. I remember old cursive from my first-grade class, lol, but I daresay that even I couldn't make a fair copy of it now!
Share some with us, please. I'll be back later tonight to see it (hopefully). Teach, teacher! (Smile)
Lol, Cal, do you mean share cursive??? Good lord, I couldn't if I tried! And the poem really is metaphoric, you know.
Neetu, in the words of Samantha Stevens on BEWITCHED: "Well. . ." I got confused as to what Old Cursive is falling out of favor. I get it now: Computers and Smartphones.
Metaphoric? LOL! I'll catch up, I promise!
You know, Cal, a poem can often be interpreted many ways.
I have had incredible interpretations of my poems written back to me and I usually love them!
Neetu! I was hesitant to express what I really felt the first time I saw the black image and the words built upon it. I am more open to express myself now. This poem is both beautiful and deep:
I see a child, a person, who is dealing with addiction, sadness even, waiting for the day when s/he can feel better. Yet, . . .its ending gives me a different vibe for I 'see' psychedelics. . .and these colors are not 'borne' out of the addiction and sadness expressed before.
Depth. And, I feel that!
P.S - And if you are interested, feel free to read more of my poems on my FB poetry page.
This poem is there, too. And many more.
Thank you for sharing this, Neetu. (Smile.)
Thank you, Neetu, for sharing your exceptional talent with us. What a relief it is to see read such beauty instead of verbal political and religious nastiness.
I agree Buzz, it's refreshing to read Neetu's poems instead of the moronic comments made by right wing dingbats!
You made me smile today, lennylynx. Thank you!
Glad you could see the humor, I hope Buzz can too!
Why, do you have any doubts that Buzz will, lennylynx?
Lenny, I know you meant that to be funny, but isn't there SOMEWHERE that we can escape the insulting of persons who are not in lockstep with you?
You are so kind, Buzz. I just do what I do and share it. I have been mulling publishing a book of poems and likely will do so in a few years. I know I have enough for a collection! But it takes discipline to work on a book project and that is what I lack.
Beautiful work Neetu. I'm not usually a connoisseur of poetry beyond the ribald "There once were two ladies from Boston" style, but yours are much different and understandable. You can express emotion in a way that can be absorbed, even by an old, cynical man like myself.
I knew that they would stay up a lot longer if you published them on blogs. That gives more people a chance to find and appreciate them.
Thank you so much, TTGA. To me, it is very important that a poem be transparent even when metaphors are used. No one should have to struggle to make sense of it. Poetry can be very obscure and there are poets, exceedingly good ones, I know that cloud their work in such deeply buried metaphor that a normal reader gets quite deterred from even reading it. I avoid that kind of poetry. The most beautiful words are the simplest, in my humble opinion, and even the most complex of thoughts and emotions can be presented simply.
Dear Friend Neetu: Another winner!
Please keep them coming.
Gratefully,
Enoch.
Thank you, my friend Enoch! It is great to see you!
Out of the past, I was honored to be a part of this. Neetu - Amac - Sixpick
Watch Full Screen in order to read.
A collaboration of utter beauty. The spoken sound, of spoken art, with spoken word.
Thanks, Cal. By the way, the guitar accompaniment is Six's own.
Yes, I know. And, my dear is that delightful voice—You?
Yes, that is my voice, Cal. Just a weak recording. Couldn't get the volume up! Have to work on recording a bit more.
Your voice is melodic and pleasant to my ears, dear Neetu.
Thank you, Six.
I remember well how I struggled with the production and how you helped me create this.
You're welcome Neetu and thank you for allowing me to be a part of it. I knew many on here had never seen these poems.
Your guitar I am sitting here listening to and I imagine I am feeling this joy in your fingers. Beautiful recording, Sixpick.
There is so much beauty and accomplishment in this production.
Thanks, Cal. It was teamwork and a pleasure to put together!
I am totally delighted to read your reply. Yesterday, as I took a walk yesterday on a beautiful sunny day, I thought about poetry and you, Neetu.
I have a friend who is ready to pass away by and by.
As I took in my environment, I observed the snarled, barren, blackened trees standing next to vibrantly white and blooming green trees with wind coursing through and *rattling* each leaf. The moment did not escape me of how she will depart from us this spring, even as the trees stare over at their sickly and winter fallen fellows. It strikes me, there is a poem here somewhere.
Indeed there is a lovely poem in there, Cal! Those are some great images, of a snarled, blackened tree against fertility and growth, the rustling of leaves, reminding us of both renewal and decay. I am sorry you are seeing a friend in the last stages and that emotion can be woven into the images of life and death in nature.
Friend Neetu, yet I am not sad for my friend. She is snarled, nearly blackened, and her body leaks her life out. It's harder to keep it now. By and by when she goes, I will understand. Your poem, "Before Its Gone"explores how rich and colorful life can be and how we can have grace in falling. I am not sad for her. For I have read and am convinced she shall reach the presence of the Creator and all live there.
I understand that, Cal. There comes a time to let go for all of us. Some do it gracefully, some fight it hard. Neither is right or wrong. All that lives must die. What happens after is not known to any of us. But old makes way for new. The here and now is all we have. That is the only certainty we know.
Thank you for reading "Before its Gone".
I read and love them all! Sixpick's hauntingly beautiful guitar tones are so powerful and full, that for several weeks running another Master Guitarist opening notes have been pricking my memory bank. Eureka! Today, I found it!
Europa. By Santana.
I love Santana's music and this is certainly also Six's style.
His rendition is just as beautiful.