Mute

Mute

A Poem by Connor Stone
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Third (final?) draft

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Only twenty years

And this little kid

Is already trying to write strong

But he can’t, and he knows it.

 

He’ll struggle for weeks or for months on end,

Just to turn one good phrase,

Just to compose a single convincing line.

And even then, all he writes is simply hollow.

 

He lacks the mind for prose;

He lacks the heart for poetry.

 

His lines

His stanzas

His sentences

His paragraphs…

His every utterance is meaningless.

 

Only twenty years

And this little kid

Is already losing his voice.

 

© 2015 Connor Stone


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I see the connection between this poem and your short bio. I can also see that you do not lack the mind nor the heart! These words wonderfully capture the struggle of many off-and-on writers that recognize their passion but simply can't get the words on paper. I am still very young, but I can relate, as life often occupies my time. I also really like the way you organized your stanzas. The last few lines are very powerful. This, my friend, is not garbage.

This review was written for a previous version of this writing

Posted 9 Years Ago


Connor Stone

9 Years Ago

Thank you, Maddy. I appreciate the kind words. In all seriousness, I've never felt so frustrated to .. read more

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I am a full-time student at an engineering university. I used to be a very enthusiastic writer, but I've let that get away from me until recently. I'm looking forward to getting back into it. more..

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