Writing poems

The begining for every poet is the struggle to write

In the pain of thought and wonder

The crashing glass of frozen thunder

Passes before mine eyes asunder

 

On my mind the coming quake

Oft unsettled ground I forsake

The words I know but cannot shake

 

Abiding songs from an earthen flask

Pen in hand is a hopeless task

A poets charm there’s hope at last

 

A jot, a tittle, a thing or two 

A thought, a plan, a spark anew

And then I’m done it is all through

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Seshat Nidaba]

Your rhymes seems experienced, not forced at all. The topic is transparent and well covered, like a spirit inside clothes.

I had to say this line out loud quite a few times I was so fond of it:

1. The crashing glass of frozen thunder

[bobby]

Was that a question or a comment eh?

[Teri B]

"A jot, a tittle, a thing or two
A thought, a plan, a spark anew"

This is the way much writing starts, eh?

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

You are a master rhymer, well done