I tried to write a poem today
but this silly pen had nothing to say
Attempting prose to no avail,
Then a rhyme, only to fail
My, oh my, What's a poet to do?
When the mind's out of ink,and the pen is too.
Not as prolific as others I know
This poet's pen is flowing so slow
Needing thoughts and words on how I feel
Hiding a few and some to reveal.
Adding rhythm with a tone so sweet.
This pen perchance make a poem complete.
Perhaps more coffee shall make me think,
and feed this crazy pen some caffeine for ink,
So I'll try another cup.
But this darn pen's not giving up!
Oh woe is me, cannot write a line
I'll just have to try some other time
Perhaps tomorrow I'll have plenty to say.
But for now This Silly Pen won't play.
But ironically the pen allowed a poem to be written about not being able to write about anything..!
An amusing and very accessible poem that deals with a universal and perpetually topical problem that all writers must at some time face. I've always found it funny that when people write about not being able think of something to write, they almost always feel compelled to write something about not being able to write about anything... Thus writing their own paradoxical poem on the subject...!!
The only problem with writing about writing is that it only appeals to other writers... So this is the best place for such a piece of work. It is always reassuring to know that other writers share the same difficulties as the rest of us (no matter how prolific they may seem).. despite the fact that it is inevitably common knowledge..!
What is most funny about this poem is that it blames the pen (as a metaphor for the muse) instead of the mind.. which brings a certain domestic homeliness to the writing. And it is written with charm and wit, appealing sister-like to its readers. A comforting poem, ironically.
But ironically the pen allowed a poem to be written about not being able to write about anything..!
An amusing and very accessible poem that deals with a universal and perpetually topical problem that all writers must at some time face. I've always found it funny that when people write about not being able think of something to write, they almost always feel compelled to write something about not being able to write about anything... Thus writing their own paradoxical poem on the subject...!!
The only problem with writing about writing is that it only appeals to other writers... So this is the best place for such a piece of work. It is always reassuring to know that other writers share the same difficulties as the rest of us (no matter how prolific they may seem).. despite the fact that it is inevitably common knowledge..!
What is most funny about this poem is that it blames the pen (as a metaphor for the muse) instead of the mind.. which brings a certain domestic homeliness to the writing. And it is written with charm and wit, appealing sister-like to its readers. A comforting poem, ironically.
This is so sweet! I have many a time blamed my tools on my uninspired mind. I blame everything around me, but not I, for I am the perfect precisaion of a poet in form. The keyboards packed up, the pen ran out of ink, the page keeps tearing as I write. Not I, not I, not I.
you are so amazingly creative, loved the first stanza.
you would turn writer block into humor instead of getting
neurotic about it. that's generous and about letting flow,
just how it should be. loved it.