she caught me by the net
and never did she let me go.
swimming in the ocean
of chaos and waves
i tire my arms and legs
fighting the currents
to shore
and fail
i did.
i lie in the chaos:
supine.
tortured by sodium on open wounds
fatigued by failure
my thoughts drawn blank
my spirit fading in the depths
there she found me
casting her net
and catching me
in the faintest glow of light
i found her nets sturdy
whispering life into my fading spirit
embracing my frail flesh
and kissing my wounds gone.
and in that moment
she sang me her name:
"i am poetry,
and you,
my dearest sailor,
my poet."
She caught me by the net
and never did she let go
never did i love another
but her
over and over
again.
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hey iphios
i like poems on poetry and the metaphor of being saved by the safety net of poetry works well. i always think of the muse as being a woman.
dave. Rewarded 4
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Hey dave
This poem more than anything narrates a reality that poetry did save me (one way or another). So, im glad you picked up on that. Though i never thought of my muse's gender, i seem to end up always making it female in my writing.
Thanks dave for the read, glad it worked for you.
-iphios
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Sustained metaphor, and DISCOVERY
Rescued by poetry, personified, it proves that even miseries can have happy endings. I too have found comfort and unending inspiration like that, with Muse as my guide.
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Iphios, you won't recognize me--Sharepoetry did not.
I need your help with this before grave injustice happens. Barbara, please help too!
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Trying to log in, it told me that Terry-too was taken.
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There was no way to tell, yes, Terry-too was taken by ME when I changed my username. I could not get in.
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I typed in DeeCrepit.
Worse yet with DeeCrepit, it told me that name was available!! IN A PIG'S EYE IS IT AVAILABLE! If I must, I want it back, and used BY ME. I invented that name and will not authorize its use by anyone else.
I can damage my own reputation well enough without help!
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I HOLD THE COPYRIGHT ON DeeCrepit AS LONG AS I LIVE!
After I die, it can be abused by all. What damage could be done by malice under that name if it could be available now. I INVENTED it!
Please draw this to the attention of ADMIN that there is grave injustice in someone else taking a name I have had publicly since 1992 when Bulletin Boards were still the only way, and Telnet had not yet been invented, sharing stuff via Commodore computers with 40-column display and a back-arrow on every line!
Abusing that name would be abusing ME.
What if I had not discovered it in time!
DeeCrepit is mine, even if I must revert to it for my own continued use! Admin, please withdraw it! It is NOT available! Help prevent all manner of grief!!
Sad, because I no longer even need a cane as I trot about like other people.
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And iphios, now I am the one who, like you were:
"i lie in the chaos:
supine.
tortured by sodium on open wounds
fatigued by failure
my thoughts drawn blank
my spirit fading in the depths"
Finding your poem, and our long friendship prior to this, allowed me to make this terry-ble discovery.
What if I had not come, what if your poem had not found me, and left me helplessly to be plundered?
Thank you for being there.
I want the DeeCrepit name back. It is MINE.
Terry
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Hi Terry,
I earlier found your new name and recognize it to be you due to your poetry. I suppose the DeeCrepit problem is still related to all those little glitches you've been experiencing in this site. I do hope admin can help you ASAP.
Im glad you came upon this poem and that somehow it spoke to you. You pick up on how this art form has saved me...time too many. It has been my one voice. It is through her nets that i am able to truly say what i feel, for my words can only take that form. Again, im glad to have found your comment on my poem. Its been a while. Be well Terry, your one person i like hearing from. Take care.
-iphios
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Fantastic
The last line for me was the best, but of course, I could connect with the whole poem. The feeling of being caught, rescued by poetry, and sailing away with it is really a great metaphor and I doubt many could have said it better.
Keep up the great work
-RD. Rewarded 4
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Hey RD,
Thanks for the read. This is quite an old poem/post i recently dug out from the archives. So thanks, glad you can relate to it.
-iphios
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Wonderful
I think that this poem is simply wonderful. A subject, that many on this site will relate to; I certainly can. This poem spoke so eloquently of pain, and a saving grace of your very own.
"i lie in the chaos:
supine.
tortured by sodium on open wounds
fatigued by failure
my thoughts drawn blank
my spirit fading in the depths
there she found me
casting her net
and catching me"
this speaks so beautifully of the moment that a muse speaks to you for the first time, and pulls you out of the depths of despair...This happened to me, and is the reason for my being here at SP.
Beautiful, I loved it!
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Thank you. I never realized how so many share my experience with poetry. I wrote this poem because it is how i came to writing. It caught me by the net as i drowned in the ocean of my own chaos. I'm always happy to know that my poetry speaks to people and that they can relate to it, that an added bonus to writing.
-iphios
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I like to read a poem first,then look at the title,or at the very least pay little attention to it.I`m glad i did that with this poem,i began by thinking you were drowning,then i thought a woman had saved you,but i knew it wouldn`t be that straight forward,so when i became aware that it is poetry you are talking about i read it again and i could related to its message,that poetry can consume you,make you feel alive,invigorated,satisfied,but it can also leave you frustrated and worn out,but the rewards when you write something that you think is "great" are immeasurable.
This,for me,is one of those "great" poems.
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hey rhetorica,
this was inspired by Neruda's poem of the same title. I had been listening to its reading everday for sometime, and after a while it came to me. I wanted to explore poetry and who she was to me. This poem came to life when i had those first two lines in my head. Poetry did save me, 13 years after i'm still writing and i can never let go. Thank you for the read and picking up on the message of this poem.
-iphios
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June 4