Introduction: For inspiration, this was written while listening to Lindsey Stirling’s piece called “Spontaneous Me“.
Unspoken verse
Weaving webs
Of silk like stories
My hand, my pen
Aching to dance
To the tempo of
My other heartbeat
Painting the poet
I-can-only-blindly-see
The night lit only
By my silver script
On a starless canvas
For the world to read
Gretchen Leary 2013
Gretchen Leary (McIntire) 
And the world is reading Gretchen 🙂
Cheers,
Mark Butkus
By my silvery script, on a starry canvas, the world to read…just love that closing…beautiful. 🙂
Thank-you! 🙂
Oh, wow, this is beautiful, Gretchen. I was going to comment on the same words that pandamoniumcat commented on before I read what SHE said. Must mean they are especially good. I like ‘my other heartbeat’ as well!
I like to think of music as my other heartbeat 🙂
I really this: “Aching to dance
To the tempo of
My other heartbeat”
I am a Lindsey Stirling fan as well, her Hip Hop Violin audition is my favorite and I think I have posted it at least twice on my blog!
Her music blows me away. I think it’s her energy too. So positive! 🙂
“Painting the poet
I-can-only-blindly-see”
love that, love all of this, the poet’s dance. beautiful.
Thank-you Kelly!
smiles…this is lovely…write on that star filled sky…let everyone see it…i like the beginning too made me think of the feeling as a poem is birthing in my head….i start reaching for the pen…or hoping to find one…smiles…
I just thought about what her piece said to me. To me it said “Be yourself” even though her piece has no words and I thought “What if I could write a message to the whole world to show who I am? A poem?” I struggled writing this until I let go and just…wrote
I love these lines ~ And sometimes we just have to let our muse go ~
My hand, my pen
Aching to dance
To the tempo of
My other heartbeat
My hand, my pen
Aching to dance
This sums up the yearnings of a poet. One gets all inspired which must be addressed immediately. Otherwise the ideas might just fizzle away! Nicely Gretchen!
Hank
Gretchen, this is a beautiful poem !
Such movement in your words, and I can relate to that ache that tugs when the words are wanting out 🙂
Lovely, delicate poem–woven like fine silk
Lovely images!
nice…Painting the poet
I-can-only-blindly-see…. a poem develops its own heartbeat in the process…something i like much and great images…silver script on starless canvas…nice..
Beautiful. The flow is perfect…love it.
really great flow here Gretchen. Nicely done. Love the ending here, so well stated. thanks:
The night lit only
By my silver script
On a starless canvas
For the world to read
This possess a lyricism which is reminiscent of music. Well done.
It’s the idea of your other heartbeat which stands out for me in this (lovely) poem. An image that made me stop and think.
Lovely and inspiring poem, Gretchen.
Lady Nyo
‘The night lit only
By my silver script
On a starless canvas..’ – so beautiful…. a very uplifting and moving poem, Gretchen. much enjoyed the visit 🙂
Such evocative lines ‘the tempo of my other heartbeat’, the starless canvas, the hand and pen aching to dance… All we can hope for as poets is to leave a small, snail-silver trail.
You’ve captured the soul of a poet here, Gretchen.
Thank-you Victoria! I was listening to the song and tempo is so quick, I wanted to dance (although I don’t dance, ever) so I let my pen do it for me 🙂
such a dance can be as simple a swaying back and forth or as complex as … well a complicated dance. you dance well with your words.
Gorgeous poem, Gretchen. Delicately written.
Pamela
Thank-you! A stark contrast to what I just posted. This little new one left a bitter taste in my mouth haha
beautiful
Oh, I love that other voice. When I write, I feel guided and that’s what your poem brings to mind. Beautiful.