Poetry won’t come!
Physically aching
For the words to
Emerge
Foreplay to titillate
Scrawling those one-liners
In the bedroom night
Not much seems right
Tasting the skin
Of a willing notebook
Black ink leaving a trail
From lips to base of the page
Oh, please! Don’t stop!
Words becoming more insistent
As the pen forcefully penetrates
Tearing into the virgin
Leaf of the holy spiral book
Ideas, metaphors, similes
Parts of speech
Slamming in and out
As the ideas spout
Spurting
At last
Denouement
Going on and on
As breathlessly
The poem sighs
While the mind
Busily begins to revise
The words…
© 2016 Clarissa Simmens (ViataMaja)
IMAGE: Pen and Ink by Levi Brown
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A very interesting post. I enjoyed reading it. Thanks for sharing!
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Thanks, Henrietta, I’m enjoying your blog also!
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You are welcome! Thanks!
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Writing is like entering a race: once you start you can’t stop, change your mind. All you can change is how you take your steps, which part of the street, track or path you choose to run on, how you pace yourself. The words are the path, your feelings, your body. Write, you’ll never run out of words. Link your words and feelings and just keep going. If the run gets boring, change your style… but keep going. It doesn’t have to make sense if you’re just running or unloading feelings on a screen or page. Unload – no different than unloading a pick-up truck! 🙂
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Definitely agree with what you say. I think in my case, though, I always have something to say but I’m blocked from writing truly good stuff! Maybe tomorrow will be better 🙂
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