Today I highlight the work of poet Frank Prem. I’ve enjoyed Frank’s poetry since my first days of blogging and have been inspired to write responses twice.
He possesses the unique gift of speaking in the voice of the objects he writes about; in movement and poignancy.
The following is my paltry attempt at mimicry, so you might all experience his style:
rain (in season)
I am a piece
of gray
a mist
a cloud
evaporate
I am a drip
a tear
from North Wind’s eye
don’t go
he cries
don’t
go
I am
the autumn rain
deluged
oh please
don’t go
©2019 Chelsea Owens
Nice!! 💧
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Thanks, Ruth!
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Nice work, Chelsea.
Thank you so much for the tribute to my work. This creation of poetry that sings for other people is a wonderful pursuit and I’m very thankful to be able to pursue it and have good folk like yourself take an interest and follow what I’m doing.
Thank you, again, for that gift.
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I’m so glad you approve!
I’m happy to point others your way; more people need to experience your writings.
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Impossible to not approve, Chelsea. I’m touched and honored.
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Reblogged this on Frank Prem Poetry and commented:
Chelsea Owens, writer and poet has honored me with a tribute on her blog site.
Check out her site and her work if you have the chance.
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Aw, thanks Frank. ❤
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Beautiful, Chelsea.
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Thank you, Norah!
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That’s beautiful, Chelsea. Wow. I love it!
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Thanks! 🙂
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Seems like a good guy to take inspiration from if he creates this kind of poetry
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I find many of his inspirational. His first poem that drew me in was one about creation, using a man firing and hammering metal in a shop. ‘Twas brilliant.
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