I wish I weren’t a poet
With words mumbling in my head
I want some peace and quiet
Need my mind to think it’s dead
When I can find distractions
They never last for long
The words keep coming back
Asking, “What the hell is wrong?
We’re here inside your head
Why not put us to good use?
Isn’t that what poets do?
Do you have a good excuse?”
But for now I need a break
And am doubting it’s a crime
To wish I weren’t a poet
Right at this moment in time!
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Hi Valene
Sometimes I feel like that too!! Good one.
Alid
Hi Alid
Thanks so much for the validation of how I'm feeling. I knew I couldn't be the only!
Best wishes,
valene
Yes,
poets suffer for their art. I'm so glad I'm just a rhymer.
rhymer too...
I to am a rhymer....but even so there are times when I just wish my mind would give me a break ....LOL!
val
I don't agonize
Instead I will quit working on the poem and do something completely different. The next day I usually wake with a way forward for the poem in hand.
Almost whimsical
A true poet will never quiet their mind,i is always there until something of urgency interrupts but we find our way back as it is a way of life and in our blood
In my late teens
in the late 1960's, early 1970's, I knew such a poet. He would agonize for hours, days, even weeks to find just the right word to fit his non rhyming, non rhythmic poem. To me, at the time it appeared to be prose that I could have completed just as well in minutes. There was little difference between start point and finish that he worked so hard at and was so proud of. His target audience seemed to be like-minded writers to himself.
I find...
The one thing I find is if I have an idea that doesn't seem to want to come to fruition, I'll only give it a certain amount of time, and then I 'walk away from it,' cos if it wants to be written it will be and if not...so be it. My one issue is after I've written something, I'll sometimes go back and while proofing it for typos, I'll start to over think it, and miss the typos. That's when I'll ask an someone more objective to read it....my younger son is one of my best critics and also a friend of mine...even so I still sometimes will miss a misspelled word but at least I'm comfortable with the overall out come.
Thanks for all your input!
valene
ps. the one thing I find very difficult to do now is to write prose. I used to be able to, but now that my focus has been poetry for so long, sitting down to write a story or even a letter is so hard. The grammar rules have 'gone out the window!"
You get it.....
I can tell by your comments you understand where I'm coming from and that's very reassuring! Thanks so much for validating my frame of mind at the time!
valene
It's better than
having the writer's block, which I suffer from these days. Hope to find my muse back soon.
I like what you've done here though I can't relate at this moment.
Thanks for sharing
three in the morning
forever the ongoing chores..
slept seven hours..ten fifteen
till four thirty...yesterday!
I relate to this well!!
discussed it with a brilliant tech
friend of mine..But she said If
I wished to be normal I would
find it boring! it was a projection
What makes me special to her
and many others is the fact
that I do write...snippets of paper
coffee napkins..Here...four other
sites....And I read just as much
here and there!!
I tended to live rather rushed
the muses drew in to the energy
danger and excitement
writing like doing the trick moves
was like off the cuff..
majority cant write about
because that..even I cannot
make up..
the wish for the stillness..I get
mine comes from the jarred
blown up unsteadiness in
the all too almost perfect
upbringing....a split world
of contentment and fear..
a nervous twitty persona
with an ego calmned..
twitchy and witty..
We are writers...we write
not just to our own selves
or other stylists
its what we do
my work hangs on fridge
doors....magnetic chappie
ha..
U fire from the hip and
you get bullseyes
what I see!
and I got good grey eyes!!!
all the better to see!!
thanks Val!
now back to the laundry!!
Mr Wolf!
if you great poets one and all
If you great poets one and all
visit the NIAGARA FALLS
you will know
the river just falls
so is it with poetry after all
what is a poem
but a concoction
of words which come
some shun
and
poetry comes
like a fountain
i have composed
so much trash
as jess swears
as much in similar moments
some were classified
as GEMS
never mind
read on
when you have a mental Blog
COME TO MY FOLD
BE BOLD
do me scold
READ SOME POETRY UNTOLD
A bard in me comes
yes as a surf it does surface
some take heed
others speed
and
as Shakespeare said so rightly
an opportunity comes just once
taken at the high
you can further run
at low speed
be happy you have an anchor around thee
so read me
this is off the cuff poetry
at least one will like it
may not be thee
and
why not
may I ask ye...