This Poem was Submitted By: James C. Horak On Date: 2006-04-22 14:33:15 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Vision of the Writer

          The sky was borne black        Recessing into smoky cloudiness           Artist, belle-lettres, cheap novelist        With pricking pen; all meant to give,           To place upon the earth, candor.            Find less remote regions for dreaming                      Than the unfondness of record.            Giving daytime excursions away from                      Droning labors, bedding there.              Unloved, with thoughts unpondered, lips                Long unvisited by another, unyielding            To hopelessness by the thread of a next page to turn.                And in the moment of brilliant adventure,                    All but to find one's self there.

Copyright © April 2006 James C. Horak


This Poem was Critiqued By: Dellena Rovito On Date: 2006-04-30 18:09:53
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.75000
James, This feels like your in a space of wondering what it's all about. Wondering who you are and what's your mission....? You write sharing yourself, your 'candor'. You work hard, but at this time you don't have someone to love. Thank God you find saving grace in a book. The purpose I think for writing is to 'create thought'....as you do! So success is yours.. My best to you.. Dellena


This Poem was Critiqued By: Lora Silvey On Date: 2006-04-23 23:38:36
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.65385
James, Nice to see an offering from you. Your title is definitely interesting, drew me in, had to know of what you’d speak be it creative description of what a writer is, or perhaps, the inner more complex contemplation of what you see in your minds eye; were it merely a composition or inner reflection. I was not disappointed in choosing to read, but then I never am when it comes to your work. Like the layout. Bare with me, I’ve been ill and not quite as nimble mentally nor physically at the moment and want to be sure I give you my full attention. Black, smoky, cloudiness---rich words that are vibrant and electric, full of mood and intensity. Cheap novelist, hmm, in one’s own mind or in others; are we doomed to pander our wares for recognition or do persist in ardor to right windmills openly, unabashed and sometimes with out finesse’ , must we sacrifice integrity to be heard? Our choices as to subject matter and how it is handled can vary like the wind, the reader climate is all to often seasonal. Solitary existence albeit self imposed predominately, does anyone really get it, does anyone even care, and I, am I lost for at times I do not recognize self in writing till the next page is turned, the epiphany of self discovery is in the face. In the heart the windmills are conquered and the adventure never ends although it might sleep from time to time. Be it that I should be so blessed to come to the conclusions you’ve laid out and be content with the finding. Thank you for this meaty read, the sustenance was needed for this reader lest I lapse into the mindless wanderings of the cosmopolitan life. Best always, Lora
This Poem was Critiqued By: marilyn terwilleger On Date: 2006-04-23 17:17:56
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.72727
Hi James...I am so pleased to read a poem of yours. I know we have had our problems here and I was gone for a time, as well. But TPL remains a home for so many of us and it is difficult to give it up. All writers should be able to relate to this poem. Not only is it well written (as are all of yours) but it speaks the truth about us all. To me your last stanza is the most poignant and speaks volumes without writing them down. It is truely a gift to be able to write like that. I don't say these things just to make you feel good or because I can't think of anything else to say...I say them because they are true. I joined fanstory.com after leaving TPL and I am amazed at how much success I have enjoyed there. It is a huge poetry site but it has its problems too...their critiquing system has some flaws but whose doesn't? Anyway, having said all of that it is good to read your work once again and I hope you will continue to post here. Peace...Marilyn
This Poem was Critiqued By: Jordan Brendez Bandojo On Date: 2006-04-22 16:20:09
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Hi James, Good to see your submission again. I have recalled critiquing your works long time ago about Canto's (If I am not mistaken). Anyways, this one is a realization of a poet. There is a sentiment you have presented in your "Vision of the Writer" that everyone can relate to. It is indeed true that when there is cloudiness there comes a brilliance in one's pen. Thank you for sharing once again. Jordan
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