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Addicted ~ OpenLinkNight 21 ~ dVersePoets


Addicted
 

It called to me from dust and debris
an ancient forgotten, dog eared copy
a whole new world would open for me
altering future, reality.
The worlds he weaved were pure and true
lands of red and trees of blue
Where red rum would soon become
Murder in a hotel room
From the valley sweet this dark world treat
would alter where my pen would meet
the crinkled page in ink filled rage
to fill with words became the feat
This shiny thing that caught my eye
would be the words where crayons died
where I grew to what I do
upon the page where fiction lies
So the words began to run
and child hood slowly came undone
where I grew the words did too
I consider this a battle won
But how does one truly free their pen
to write of death, of lust of sin
Unleash the beast, a tribal feast
A sacrifice to gods of men.
It called to me from dust and debris
This ancient and forgotten weave
Where the words are the only way
In their blood my soul is saved.
Hey Poets! It’s OpenLinkNight and I get to throw the party! Doors open at dVersePoets at 3pmEST. Also, my dearest friends…if you’re interested….we’re doing a survey over at The River Journal.  We want to know how your family hinders or helps your own word addiction.  We’re dedicating an issue to the trials and tribulations many of us face along our journey, and would love to get your thoughts.  Feel free to drop me a line if you’ve a story or an experience you’d like to share.
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59 thoughts on “Addicted ~ OpenLinkNight 21 ~ dVersePoets

  1. where i grew the words did too..i grew up in books and they have been a constant companion…and now i get to add my own…much like you…did the survey as well…looking forward to seeing you behind the bar tonight tash…

  2. I love this, Natasha…..It called to me from dust and debrisThis ancient and forgotten weaveWhere the words are the only wayIn their blood my soul is saved.Just beautiful!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

  3. A moving, beautiful poem, Natasha– I especially love:But how does one truly free their pento write of death, of lust of sinUnleash the beast, a tribal feastA sacrifice to gods of men.It called to me from dust and debrisThis ancient and forgotten weaveWhere the words are the only wayIn their blood my soul is saved.

  4. I've quoted Saul Bellow elsewhere, but he says a writer is a reader moved to emulation — certainly without books I would have been sunk as a kid, whether it was "Thunderball" or "My Side of the Mountain." And like someone learning to play piano for years, somehow reading all those lines produced all the lines that flow now from our hands. A sweet addiction, and far less burdensome on others than whiskey. Great poem – Brendan

  5. The shiny thing that caught my eyeWas always the movie, I'm just that guyBut the more I goThe more the books do showNever really knew I had such a thingUntil I gave the rhyming a ringAnother wonderful write from youAnd that is just the face it facts tashtoo

  6. The ballad of the books written beautifully here, Natasha. I picture you in beautiful Nova Scotia reading outside with a picnic lunch and the skies swirling above you. Lovely.

  7. I also grew up with books…got lost in them really. Dean Koontz, not Stephen King much for me…but I think Dean's weaving of word choices helped spark my interest in writing…and I also like the weaving of your word choices in this, Tash

  8. RedRum…RedRum…RedRumbelieve it or not i (someone resembling me) once injected something named RedRum – thankfully a V long time ago (unless i'm still in the foggy haze imagining this hahah)a bad drug – a great reference – an awesome book movie.love the shape of this tash and the form suits the content aa fine duality.Super Duper Dude

  9. Words inspire words, I think, if you're a writer–they crawl into our brains and reproduce under an old notebook cover. ;_) I loved this Tash–you are the mistress of this cadence, and you use the beat well here.

  10. ha…sounds you already started to unleash the beast…smiles…more words please…love this tash.. and thanks again for stepping in for me…much appreciated…

  11. Love these line – " dog eared copya whole new world would open for mealtering future, reality."I have dived into alternate worlds so many times between the pages of a book.

  12. Tash, excellent write, really a lot of great lines in here and especially how they each work together in the composition of the piece. Really enjoyed the piece, thanks

  13. I found my muse later on but these words resonate with me : But how does one truly free their pento write of death, of lust of sinUnleash the beast, a tribal feastA sacrifice to gods of men.

  14. Heartfelt and yet polished. Love it! Especially like "and childhood slowly came undone/where I grew, the words did too" Lovely write altogether!

  15. Beautifully done! I really enjoyed it!Also, I stopped by to thank you for your fun contribution to this week's Limerick-Off. I hope you'll be a frequent participant. (I post a new Limerick-Off every Sunday/Monday/)Thanks again!

  16. A beautiful poem, from the best rhymer I know! Seriously, this is a heartfelt piece. Some of my fave lines are: "It called to me from dust and debris / an ancient forgotten, dog eared copy", "the crinkled page in ink filled rage" and "Unleash the beast, a tribal feast". Well done. And thanks for hosting.

  17. I really like this, Natasha…the tone, the content, the texture. You're writing a biography of the evolving imagination. I think we can all relate to this in an intimate way. Very nicely done.

  18. Powerful expression, there is such a visceral emotion to this, captured me completely! Lovely write my sister, thank you for all the support and love you show me, grateful for our words! My best ~ Rose

  19. Great! I think this dVerse group is the largest group of bibliophiles anywhere. 🙂 I love books and words, always have it seems. And I'm glad you picked up those crayons again. Love your crayon art.

  20. So the words began to runand child hood slowly came undonewhere I grew the words did tooI consider this a battle wonThe subject is really interesting, loss of innocence as a process of gaining language. The weave of the paper and the blood you write with. There's a lot packed into the images and I wonder whether all the threads are woven as clearly as thwy might be.This has some very sharp images and the turns of phrase really make me jealous. I like the rhymes you've chosen and they do not seem forced. I do have one nitty pick, "valley sweet," I think, sounds just as good switching the adjective, "sweet valley."

  21. Dear NatashaI enjoyed it very much.. the thoughts are so heartfelt and engrossing… I loved your lines…'So the words began to runand child hood slowly came undonewhere I grew the words did tooI consider this a battle won'Thank you for sharing…Shashiॐ नमः शिवाय Om Namah Shivayahttp://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/12/whispers-buddha-song.htmlAt Twitter @VerseEveryDay

  22. Nice.. liked the lines.. Word grew too :)Nice write . Loved this oneBut how does one truly free their pento write of death, of lust of sinUnleash the beast, a tribal feastA sacrifice to gods of men.

  23. It called to me from dust and debrisThis ancient and forgotten weaveWhere the words are the only wayIn their blood my soul is saved.to me, your words sound abstract and full of dust and lust …A fundamental topic poetically and wittily represented.Cheers.Wonderful Job.

  24. Beautiful and insightful. I blocked myself from writing for decades,
    afraid to see the truth of me… only to find that (as you say):

    the words are the only way
    In their blood my soul is saved.

  25. May your addiction to words and poetry continue, Natasha.

    They are full of life and truth…this poem answers a lot of that stuff inside for all of us poets: that question “why”.

    Excellent, and you have shot out of the poetry cannon with great force!

    Congrats on your new book to come!!!

    Love and Hugs!

    Lady Nyo (Jane)

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