My Writing Is LethargicA Poem by The LarkI was feeling flippant again
My writing is lethargic, Expression, somewhat tired. Each word and phrase is overcooked, Once refreshing " now expired. For words are not invented So quickly as you think. And phrases are persistent, They linger and they stink. Orwell tried to warn us, Perchance, if you have read, That words which are existent, Define what’s in your head. We have oft tried to escape it, Saying one thing’s like another, Poetry, they call this stuff, You wonder why they bother. For pretty as the notions are, When all is said and done, It won’t be long till that’s used up And we’re back at square one. *The author is fully aware of the irony in stuffing his final stanza with worn out expression and hackneyed sayings. © 2010 The Lark |
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Added on February 15, 2008 Last Updated on April 21, 2010 AuthorThe LarkMelbourne, AustraliaAboutI guess I'm something of an old-school poet. I always write with fixed meter and rhyme, and for the most part that's what I enjoying reading too. "I'd as soon write free verse as play tennis with th.. more..Writing
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