Deja Deja Vu Vu

Maybe you will see someone you know.

xxx

It's a long way from my brain

to the tip of my pen

words on that journey often disappear,

like now: Poof! Waylayed or worse--

a kidnapping ?

Words shoved blindfolded into the back of a van

engine revs, tears off, clean getaway,

while this fellow sits like a lump of dumb,

victim of a felony.

No cops nearby to lend a badge

no demand for ransom heard.

So another poem lost forever--

blood hounds can’t catch the scent--

Not that big of a loss.

I can start again

maybe write about kidnapped words,

and kidnappers in a van...

Reviews

[dartanyon jonez]

I'm not on here very often, but this poem was the first one that popped up when I logged on. I'm glad it was. I really enjoy reading work that is actually about the creative process itself-and this is something that I'm sure we have ALL been through. But the clever way you did it...well, put it this way: I sent you a friend request so I'd be sure to not miss any of these little gems you're posting to the site.

[W. Barrett Munn]

Thank you very much dartanyon. I will be pleased to be one of the Musketeers wit you.

Winston

[dartanyon jonez]

Bravo, kind sir, for the Three Musketeers reference! Bravo indeed!

[W. Barrett Munn]

All for one and one for all.

Winston

[A lost soul]

This is so beatiful, really catching title. I love it , I love it, I love it! So creative, so beautifullll.

[W. Barrett Munn]

Thank you very kindly for the enthusiasm. You words are appreciated.

Winston

[W. Barrett Munn]

Thank you muchly for the kind words.

Wiston

[jacob erin-cilberto]

so many poems have been lost in that van...many times driven to a spot and burned up....
Or just thrown out the back of it on the run...
even catching the scent of rhyme, the bloodhounds have no luck.
this is an innovative metaphor.
j.

[W. Barrett Munn]

Thanks, Jacor. Good to see you and thanks for reading .

Winston

[John the Baptist]

Really liked the imagery and metaphors in this one. What poet has not experienced this phenomenon? The words and ideas seem to be flowing freely and continuously, and then, Bam! The train is stopped abruptly and kidnappers are suddenly on board. Sometimes, if the correct ransom of patience is paid, the interrupted poem will resume and be completed. On other occasions, the abductee will never be heard from again. Enough to drive you to drink. Sometimes not a drive, just a short putt.

[W. Barrett Munn]

Thanks, JtB. I appreciate your review. Notes are the key I have found-if you remember to take them.

Winston

[Robert Haigh]

A clever title, and the whole poem made me smile! Highly entertaining, amusing, and inventive! Poems that got away... I think all poets know about that! I have kept paper and pencil by my bedside for years now, because ideas sometimes come to me in the night. I used to think to myself, "I'll remember that, and write it down in the morning, when I'm fully awake." But, of course, by morning the whole thing had vanished! A brilliant poem!

[W. Barrett Munn]

Thank you so much, Robert. Yes, we learn that ideas are ephemeral and easily lost. My autobiography will be titled. I am a Notebook.

Winston

[Temperance]

Those words get away from us at times. Great poem, Winston! Temp

[W. Barrett Munn]

Thanks Temp.
Good to see you back and active.

[Temperance]

You’re welcome and, thank you! It’s good to be back!

[Fabian G. Franklin]

We need to keep a pen and pad around for those words. When the grim wordnapper comes he'll find them pen and padlocked. And from pad to USB drive is only a short trip.

[Ken e Bujold]

a killer read on the frustrations of wordsmithing

[W. Barrett Munn]

Thank you muchly, Ken.

Winston

[W. Barrett Munn]

Here is Wallace Stevens on the subject of writing:

"The house was quiet because it had to be.

The quiet was part of the meaning, part of the mind:
The access of perfection to the page."

[Ken e Bujold]

the house was quiet and the world was calm
hadn't thought of this poem in a while, so went back at read it. Thanks for stirring my memory

[W. Barrett Munn]

When I read Wallace Stevens it is a juxtaposition of emotions; one part of me wants to try harder; the other side feels like Picasso’s father.

[Ken e Bujold]

HAHAHA know exactly what you mean, and its when I read a good many others as well

[Coyote Poetry]

My friend. A few writers have went to prison for their words written and spoken.
"Words shoved blindfolded into the back of a van
engine revs, tears off, clean getaway,
while this fellow sits like a lump of dumb,
victim of a felony."
I did like the meaning of the above lines. I do look for strong words to awake my sleeping mind. I have kidnapped words in my lifetime and thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[W. Barrett Munn]

Thank you, Coyote. I am glad you found value in my words.

Winston

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome Winston.