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

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

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!.

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Best Answer - Chosen by Asker:

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!.

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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!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

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!. Www@QuestionHome@Com

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!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

"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!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

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!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

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!.!.!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

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!Www@QuestionHome@Com

Awesome I love every Stanza every line every word!. Its PHENOMENAL!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

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!. Www@QuestionHome@Com

*standing ovation*Www@QuestionHome@Com

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!Www@QuestionHome@Com

I sailed the Forth of Mirth when I was in Scotkinland!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

And long may that candle burn!Www@QuestionHome@Com

love the third stanzaWww@QuestionHome@Com

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!.Www@QuestionHome@Com

'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!? =)Www@QuestionHome@Com