Gutter Slush

Introduced to agony

once again ....

a blue kind of pain

    falling heavily..

so I wrote it down

cursing while

caressing words

like raindrop splatter

in zigzag pattern..

.

words from a discontent pen

     spitting dark ink

utter disdain... spilling

  stress of a poet..

     and oh the snow..

the snow only

last long enough

for an illusion of splendour 

coloring  lies white..

when we 

know it's really gutter slush

 and the salt melts 

 in the wound ..

      .  rehashed and trite

socked it to us; yet again; 

so damn funny 

    we can't even laugh..

say goodnight Dick

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

ahahahaha .. well "....goodnight Dick" :)))))))) who among us can not relate to this poets dilemma? we run dry and there is nothing left to squeeze out but perhaps a haiku ;)))))))) i have to stay on the positive side tho ... our topics are vast and limited at the same time .. our "angles" slightly different .. or vastly according to life ... so many thought to be "brilliant" jottings read in the morning are truly and honestly "Gutter Slush" after all; and justly belong in the trash .. well put Fran! so relatable .. uniquely said but universal in the creative writing bin
E.

[Fran Marie]

Thanks E yes we poets must
try to keep positive through it
all..maybe a haiku here and
there ..and still the words
may be stubborn to perform
I appreciate you and hope you
are doing well dear friend💜

[Einstein Noodle]

i am Fran ..doing well.... thank you always for your presence here at the Cafe' .. and your well wishing .. sending it back at ya! ;)

[Temperance]

I can do relate as many of us can. Staring at that white piece of paper urging words or ideas to come to mind so they can be transferred to the paper and then….nothing. And, sometimes those words that do make it are truly gutter slush. Nicely done Fran.

[Fran Marie]

yes we've all been there
thanks so much for reading
much appreciated

[JE Falcon]

Been there, and I'm afraid I fell victim to some four-letter words myself. And the ending was just right. So, "Goodnight!"

[Fran Marie]

The frustration of poets lol
plagues us all from time to
time..thanks for the review🌷

[Robert Haigh]

That "discontent pen" gets the better of most of us sometimes, I'd say! A poetically descriptive and expressive poem. Rowan and Martin's Laugh-In -- I live in the U.K. but I certainly remember that show! It aired in the 1970's here. I used to love it! I love your poem too!

[Fran Marie]

Thanks Robert
for reviewing ..glad you
enjoyed this one .much appreciated

[Betty Hermelee]

I believe this is a heart of sadness, frustration at not only the penning but a relationship that may have gone sour... your words really tell it all with some vivid images to make this a strong message in a strong piece of writing. Ir's not only the words but the emotions as well.
Nice!
Best, B

[Fran Marie]

Thanks Betty for your
kind review..much appreciated😊

[Writergurl]

for an illusion of splendour
coloring lies white..
when we
know it's really gutter slush

Awesome wording in this, I really enjoyed this write.

[Fran Marie]

Thanks writergirl I appreciate
your kind words.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Are you handing out fickle finger of fate awards? Well, our snow has been on the ground for three days now and they say we might get a bit more tomorrow. The stores are all sold out of everything. Why? I do not know.

[Fran Marie]

Thanks Fabian..kentucky didn't get
as much as NC..only lasted
2 days here ..yes stores are
bare here as well..its disheartening
to see the effects that are happening
In this country.. i appreciate your words

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"Goodnight Dick" I miss Rowan and Martin.
Oh, and this poem...the title just grabbed me by the scruff of the neck...
love it.
I wonder though...discontent pen? or discontent heart assuaged by the pen...
I start to think my writes are just rehashed and trite...
and boring after a while.
but I laugh anyway.
j.

[Fran Marie]

Thanks Jacob ...yes I loved laugh in
Rowan and Martin..it was a good show

[John the Baptist]

I get the impression this one wasn't written in a moment of calm reflection. Neither does it show the influence of Jane Austen. The speaker here has just come out on the short end of a failed relationship, and isn't in the mood for soothing words. Reassessment may come later, but now, all romance is "gutter slush."
PS: Good night, Dick.

[Fran Marie]

thanks..for reading; just more or
less a venting poem ..