Poem

Writing a poem
You need patience
Words wait inside
gushing to flow out
but you need to pick the right grains
before they settle onto your river
of creation.

Writing a poem
You need coffee,
an instant stimulator
to the neurotransmitters
inside your jumbled up over used brain
So that they can connect , attach
And thoughts dribble to reach their succinct goal.


You sometimes need a very large window,
Overlooking some buildings, a small patch of sky
A road maybe less traveled.
And A distant man walking
Somewhere in slow measured steps.

What you certainly don't need are distractions,
Beethoven and a lovely wife are some
Thinking of Mondays and stock prices are others.

Sadness and Gloom sadly helps,
A condition words and thoughts love,
As they bubble and stubble inside
your wretched, dopamine depleted mind.

Finishing a poem is tougher still
Either you are too short of
Or else you are brimming
with the often unrecognized
Notoriety of words.

The possibilities can be scary too.
What it could have been,
How it would have been
What it actually become
How seemingly nothing came out
out of so many things
the Mess inside remained undisturbed,
You just scooped up some dust.

© Nothing Personal. November 13, 2010.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

What a wonderful piece of writing! Seems you've truly thought and felt how it is about writing or, trying to. How many people have felt any or all parts of what you've said.

There's so much truth in this that it's difficult to find a special phrase or stanza .. for me perhaps, it's the following that will stay in my mind for quite a while: 'What it could have been, ~ How it would have been ~ What it actually become ~ How seemingly nothing came out ~ out of so many things ..'

[Sarah J. Kelleher]

This is great! Just barely touching the possibilities and combinations of words in the mind... "You just scooped up some dust." I love it!

[Anna]

Awesome!

[Jordan]

It was very explicit- and that was nice. The only thing that made me really cringe was the "road less traveled" line.

[Rory CJ Frankson]

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What you certainly don't need are distractions,
Beethoven and a lovely wife are some
Thinking of Mondays and stock prices are others.

I smile and think... too cool! As I had just finished posting your profile a comment that only strengthens, to read this Poem so fresh from your givin consciousness. I clap and congradulate the thought that percieved these meanderings, from your jumbled up over used brain. lol with phrases such
[As they bubble and stubble inside your wretched, dopamine depleted mind.] I can't help but be impressed with this effort so well presented.
From the Poetic Well.

{How it would have been} a theme I would like to read, starting there.
{What it actually become} would be very engaging;)

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Write On / Right On! Romon in Review of a Poet. Peace

[ClosingAccount]

Sweet! It like a rap to me!

[Misty Blue Eyes]

i love this...