Three am

[68degrees]

Thin clouds
outside
it is raining
again
I can’t find
the moment
it started
I’ve been
waiting
trying to find
the poetry
living within
Only circles,
shadows
something not able
to be named;
maybe there is
a silver lining
somewhere
within the walls
something random
that will start
when the rain ends
where does one hide
in a poem?

[mtmynd]

for any poem to become poetry
there isn't any hiding place
for the poetic nudity of soul

nicely expressed, 68degrees

[revolutionR]

you can't hide in the poem but the poem can hide in you.

[saw]

keep writing and you will "find the poetry within"...its inevitable
honesty and patience will do the trick....enjoyed the simplicity and brevity....something I tend to struggle with...

[68degrees]

Thanks for the comments here. My local email writing group has been having a good discussion w/this topic lately.

Doreen's poem got me thinking about it.

@revolution: I do think that some poets do "try" to hide in their poems though. Influences the end product, I think. I know a couple from another board I frequent. It hurts them as poets b/c they try to lose themselves in the poem...kills the presentation.

Again, thanks for all comments.