Poetry is Rebellion

Morning all!
Hope the weekend is treating you well.
Today I thought I'd share a quote by James Branch Cabell that I really like-
"Poetry is man's rebellion against being what he is. "
Sums it up rather well, I think!

Poetry is the darkness of the Soul

Morning everyone!
I came across this quote today and thought I'd share it with you all-
"Poetry allows me to express emotions that lie dormant in the darkness of my soul until at last pen meets paper."
Very true words, especially in my case.
Hope you all have a fantastic weekend ahead of you!

Poetry is a powerful language

Morning everyone!
Hope the weekend is treating you well- its been pretty good for me so far.
I cake across this quote and thought I'd share it with you all:
"Poetry is language at its most distilled and most powerful"
Sums it up pretty well, I think.

Poetry is a Painting

Morning all!
Another busy weekend ahead- so to kick it off I thought I'd share this little quote from the great Leonardo Da Vinci-
"Painting is Poetry which is seen and not heard & Poetry is a Painting which is heard but not seen."
Hope you all have an excellent weekend!

The Architecture of Life

Morning everyone!
Came across this quote and thought I'd share it with you all-
"Poetry is not only dream and vision. it is the skeleton architecture of our lives. It lays the foundations for a future of change, a bridge across our fears of what has never been before."
Hope you're all having a fantastic weekend!

Love of Dark Things

Morning All!

Hope you've all got a fantastic weekend planned.

I came across this quote by Pablo Neruda today and thought I'd share it with you all:

"I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul."  

Umbra Vita

Despite the path that she now walks,
She still can feel the moon's embrace,
Through dreams her mind forever stalks,
In search of her forgotten race.
Despite the years that have gone by,
She still can hear the hunter's call,
His song a dark and loving cry,
To join him where the shadows fall.
Despite the pain that she has felt,
She still can sense the beast within,
Beyond the hand she has been dealt,
This force that tempts her heart to sin.
Despite the things that she has seen,
She still can find the magick trail,
Through all the places she has been,
Back to that world beyond the veil.

Bleeding Ink

Her body is her journal,
Her body is her life,
Her body is her monument to misery and strife.
She writes about the memories,
She writes about the pain,
She writes about the loneliness and tears that fall like rain.
Her ink holds all the secrets,
Her ink holds all the lies,
Her ink holds all the truth she knows when all that she loves dies.