Its like Im watching the gas gauge go down and passing all the small towns waiting for a better price in the next one. But what happens if I don't make it to the next one. Adventure or unnecessary anxiety. Brother. Awesome as always.
Posted 3 Years Ago
3 Years Ago
Lots of walking....thank you for your kind words and the smile, Crowley.
j.
Yep. I am certainly writing very much less than I did years ago. And I switched mostly to essays rather than poetry. Years ago I had so much to say and the poetry poured out. But now I think I've said most of the things I had pent up in my being, and I said them in the way I wanted to say them, as I generally rewrite my pieces 50 to 100 times or more before I stop changing them. Now I need an inspiration to write something. And this still happens, but it is a lot different than having so much internally stored and waiting for release. So I understand this poem very well. And it's very true.
My very best regards,
Rick
Posted 3 Years Ago
3 Years Ago
Thank you for expressing how you related to this piece, Rick,
appreciate your visit and words.. read moreThank you for expressing how you related to this piece, Rick,
appreciate your visit and words,
j.
I crashed and burned man! Just when I was getting used to multitasking of using both fett, hands and eyes at the same time.
Okay, 60 on the motorway isn't the ideal time to be inspired and reach for notepad and pen, but in my defence I was just so shocked that the muse spoke to me after such a long absence 😊
Posted 3 Years Ago
3 Years Ago
I think there is a service station just up ahead, Lorry. Or, perhaps it is a rest stop with some poe.. read moreI think there is a service station just up ahead, Lorry. Or, perhaps it is a rest stop with some poetry vending machines.
j.
Apropos running out of fuel, I have always found that when I feel obliged to write, I don't bother, as it feels rather like having lunch at precisely the same time every day, regardless of whether I'm hungry; an entirely unfulfilling exercise.
The cafe is a good place to visit when inspiration is at a low ebb, though I confess, I am equally as inclined to keep company with the English romantics; and like you jacob, I still have some driving to do. :))
Beccy.
Posted 3 Years Ago
3 Years Ago
lots of driving, Beccy...and I will be happy to be a passenger of yours.
Yes, for me, the mus.. read morelots of driving, Beccy...and I will be happy to be a passenger of yours.
Yes, for me, the muse is there when she is and not when she isn't...no control here. She tells me to jump, and I ask, how high. thank you,
j.
I believe that the note on the dash will one day be used to refuel the poet for the long journey of words that lie ahead. Another brilliant piece of writing here.
The speedo has racked up more miles than we like to count ... the engine needs a valve job and the brake calipers are locking up ... let's slow down a mite ... take our time ... there's a rest stop ahead but we haven't reached our final destination.
Not yet my friend ... not yet.
A bit of an overhaul and once more you're a bitchin' ride.
I know whereof you speak ... sometimes the tank nears empty and the Muse is still in the restroom.
Posted 3 Years Ago
3 Years Ago
Yes, and then we are knocking on the door to that restroom..."Hey, are you almost done in there? I .. read moreYes, and then we are knocking on the door to that restroom..."Hey, are you almost done in there? I could use some help, muse!"
Thank you for the read and the clever reply, Ted...
j.
I really enjoyed this poem, I like how you use fuel and car the two important things, and also poems like this are necessary cause a lot of people feel the same, very relatable, very good keep doing poems like this.
Originally from Bronx, NY, I live in Carbondale, Illinois...teach English at a community college and have been writing and publishing poetry since 1970. I am here to read for inspiration from other po.. more..