Would you comment on this poem, or is it a pome?

Question

Paracme

By C.S. Scotkin

I started writing on a whim,

pushed gently by a friend

acknowledging my debt to her,

hope this will never end.

Where do these ideas come from,

why do these words give mirth

how do you learn the methods,

poetry of this Earth?

Who will read all of my words,

matters not a bit.

Creation, its own reward,

shall keep my candle lit.

All the pieces of my mind

are come into this dance

experiences, loss, love,

and none of it by chance.

I don’t know my travel’s end

or when will fall, my night,

finally shown at sixty years

I am able to write.

Answer 1

And long may that candle burn!

Answer 2

I am also proud to be my age, but there are times I would prefer being young again so I could undo a few mistakes I made along the way.  Like the one telling Steve Jobs that there was no way anyone would ever buy a personal computer, and not investing a few dollars to help him build one.  I would also gotten a lot more serious about writing at an early age instead of letting the "only sissies write poetry" sayer cause me to doubt myself.  They tell me that you are as old as you feel.  Yesterday I felt 25, so I put on my shorts and shoes and went out for a run.  I made it almost to the end of the driveway, and today I feel 95, so I am going to vegitate a while.

Answer 3

You certainly are ABLE and CAPABLE!

Numbers schmumbers!You are 60 years young CS. Stand firm lass, never surrender, never grow up! That's my aim! lol My inner child hasn't given up yet.

I am 47 soon and that tallies 11 which is about right too.....so if the world would kindly stop trying to make me grow up I would be perfectly happy. Nuff sed. (Sorry to soapbox in your q CS).  

Lovely poem CS - you are blossoming and peaking and priming and all that.

Answer 4

*standing ovation*

Answer 5

Awesome I love every Stanza every line every word. Its PHENOMENAL.

Answer 6

I love "writing on a whim" and the way it took control of you; every writer knows that feeling. Your poem shows your journey through the world of words.  It is well written, and I feel it is my journey, though I started at 6.

T.  

Answer 7

Your words fall on the ears of the ones who wait.

A pity you waited 60 long years..

but tis a pleasure that you grace us now!

Answer 8

Nurse Scotkin...Nurse Scotkin...Paging Nurse Scotkin

Come to your senses..STAT

You sure are patient....60 years, that's all !!!!!! LOL

Can you imagine all those who left without leaving anything behind?

Let the healing begin.

Answer 9

Measuring age is an accountants right.  Measuring fine wine is a taster's delight.  Do you want to be a number or a fine rare wine?  Hint: get over this age thing!  Now making me look up 'paracme', that is not bad.

Answer 10

Tis a poem and a very good one.  I discovered poetry in my 50's.  It's never too late.  It's only the beginning.  

Answer 11

'Sorry, I'm late' - she said, dashing in and flinging herself down next to her friend.  'Whew, what a day I've had.  But, I'm here now'

I don't know where you've come from

But I know where you are going

You are travelling the road that I am on

With the inner self we're showing.

I've years and years of being Mum

'Yes, A Mum and Gran that's me'

But, now I serve a different god

It's mine

It rhymes

(Sometimes)

and its called po-e-tree

(Mine is definitely a pome!)

(I love being 64 for same reason as you)

paracme - the point at which one is past one's prime...had to look it up, of course (is all my effort worth 10 points? =)

Answer 12

I too hope it will never end.Enjoyed, enjoyed.Glad you found your gift.

It doesn't matter what age you start to create, as long as you are enjoying the journey.Keep tracking Girl.

Answer 13

love the third stanza

Answer 14

Very impressive...

I am speechless...

It would make a good song...

(And I'm the man to come up with the acoustic guitar rhythm...)

Very good...keep up the good work...

Answer 15

"Creation is its own reward." So true. As to your questions, the poetry was there all the time, it needed someone to get those neurons firing, Mme Nurse.

This is a po-em.

Answer 16

I sailed the Forth of Mirth when I was in Scotkinland.

Answer 17

This is a poem and I absolutely love your third stanza! Creation, its own reward/shall keep my candle lit...I love that! You have a gift, C.S. Scotkin!