I am tired of poetry
Wasted minutes of my life
Spent pressing sweat-sticky fingers
To fevered temples
Prodding ideas better left for dead
Turning these over
Hoping to breathe new life into this desperate attempt at resurrection
Then thinking-
How to make these untrained words
Dance into well-formed patterns,
Step into well-timed rhythms
And work them up to a breathless final ending.
I insist on a crescendo of new meaning!
Why all this suffering?
What I used to appreciate as art
is now just jumbles of words
lost in it's meandering
Spent pressing sweat-sticky fingers
To fevered temples
Prodding ideas better left for dead
Turning these over
Hoping to breathe new life into this desperate attempt at resurrection
Then thinking-
How to make these untrained words
Dance into well-formed patterns,
Step into well-timed rhythms
And work them up to a breathless final ending.
I insist on a crescendo of new meaning!
Why all this suffering?
What I used to appreciate as art
is now just jumbles of words
lost in it's meandering
posted by Medusa aka expiringpoet at 1:56 AM
10 Comments:
Wow, is your work getting to you? But that has produced a lovely little poem....in moments like this you can think all this meaningless, perhaps it is just some form of indulgence......I remember the cartoon strip where one character was very critical of the art efforts of Lucy (was it Charlie?) and said to her, "Well,your art did not make any difference, the sun came up and then it went down, the clouds are still the same...." I think what Lucy said was "The sky is more blue!"Yes Medusa, certaily my sky will be more blue because of you!Suddenly there is so much activity here!!!!
Yeah, I can empathise.
You might want to take a vacation away, like read something totally unrelated to poetry and stop thinking about it for a while. Before you know it, you'll be wanting to write again. I'm pretty sure you're not giving up, but mastering poetry writing is not for the light hearted, we all get days like these.
:)
Thanks Plus,
Can always count on you to be sweet and kind, always :)
Incidentally, Charlie Brown is my hero!!!
Liz,
I can't seem to help myself! It's a love-hate relationship i have really...I love poetry, just not those that come out from my head. It's frustrating to say the least. How do you guys do it I'd like to know? :P
Believe me, I get the same thoughts as you.
I just do it because when I feel the need to express myself, I tend to do it in poetry form. So this is my thing. I might take a break away from it (like I'm doing it now) but I know now I'll be back when I feel strongly about certain things, when I need to talk out the stuff stuck in my head.
I think that you know if something is yours, when you want to give up and you just don't. And when you are doing it, you want to work at it the best you can.
sometimes i have the same feelings too, don't worry, every writer will bang into a wall now and then.
problem comes when u are sick of poetry. :)
actually i'm surprised at myself for writing so much this year. :D
It's good you're flooded by inspiration! How many poems you've written? You keep track?
I'm in such severe drought I'm sucking at dry ground for ideas! REALLY!
funny you said it now, but i just started to keep track of how many i wrote this year. about 30 plus and counting. i'm impressed at the output.:)
and don't be too hard on yourself.
Haha...definitely behind you...my latest count is only 20+ since I started seriously writing mid this year. I guess Liz beats most people flat with her NaPoWriMo efforts tho. My god, the thought of writing poems everyday makes me feel faint!
it's always worth chasing words
folowing them to new places
or
letting them lead us to old ones
cheers
floots,
Not everyone has the capability or talent to do this. You're a rare one :)
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