I tried to write within the now
in wee hours of a winter night
it seems I always failed somehow
hunched over pad beneath floor light
Each time a line entered my head
and worked its way through pen to page
"now" had already skipped ahead
"now" had become a long passed age
So I tried to write much faster
fingers moving in a rush
results were just short of disaster
jumbled wordsbecamemeremush
Page after page were torn and tossed
littering floor like huge snow flakes
an effort doomed to become lost
to pen, at last, I applied brakes
So I no longer write of now
instead I talk of times just passed
"now" is just a sacred cow
and I've found some peace at last
Comments
Overall I really enjoyed this
Overall I really enjoyed this poem. Your turned something definitely nonpoetic (writer's block) into something really impressive. I loved the rhyme (not forced at all) and I loved the ending of the poem. In the line: "now" was now a long passed age, I would suggest replacing the second now with something else so that it does not become overused. Perhaps:"now has become a long passed age" or something like that. I also don't feel the title of the poem does it justice so maybe take another look at that?
Hello
Always nice to see somebody new reading something of mine. Thank you. I was tempted to change that line with 2 nows in it as soon as I wrote it but then thought it might serve to reinforce the futility of trying to capture the "now". I will definitely take this under consideration in inevitable edit. As to title............I almost never change a title. I think out of the almost 550 poems I've written I might have changed titles 3-4 times. My reason is that I fear it might be taken as me trying to trick readers into rereading a poem they would not have otherwise...........but this title Is a bit strange isn't it? lol. Appreciate your coming by....................stan
Hi Eph
I have no idea how many poems I was inspired to pen which lie barely begun because the bright light came then went too fast. Appreciate you dropping by................stan
I am forever unwrapping the eternal present
Wow, all the hippies will have a field day of this. Don't you know that the ineffable wisdom of the Buddha, Deepak Chockfullofshit and Anthony Robbins prove you're wrong? Proud of you mate!
Life is the past, with it's baggage, the now with the baggage you can grab and the future with the baggage you've got your greedy eyes on.
Chill man, have a beer, a joint or a wank, whatever takes your fancy and write it as it comes.
This is the wisest and funniest poem on writer's block I've read.
Hi Jess
Now is just a point we continually pass through but can never seize because by the time we reach for it.........it's gone lol. But I guess we Can plan for future nows so that our brief stays there will be a bit more pleasant. Appreciate you dropping by and BTW I thought You were one of the hippies lmao..............stan
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Thoroughly enjoyed this Stan. I have missed reading you and
your unique take on life. Love your title.....so you.
Sue
Hi Sue
Thank you and it's great to see you back...................stan
Hello Stan!
I found this a bit strange to be labled as free verse.
You are too humble to say you are unable to write about
the now. I imagine you always able to write whatever you
want to write about whenever you want.
Yes, I am a bit envious.((( wink)))
Hi Rula
i occasionally mislabel stuff on purpose just to see if people pay any attention lol. You are first in a long time to spot mislabel. No need envy me either. I just scribble stuff down and hope it comes out OK............I appreciate your visit and such kind comment.........................stan
I love this
I have read it a few times to get all the content
now I can add on
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I thought you had missed a few 0000000'zzzz
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I can assume you like this oldie? lol. Appreciate you dropping by......stan
yes but of course
I keep/spread here and there
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