yep, that is how it is exactly, except you laugh, I pout :) so frustrating those sleepless nights, I feel one coming on now and no muse to amuse but the night ain't over. what a great little write j.
Hi Jacob, another wonderful write from your pen, Yes, those voices can surely drive you mad, if you let them. They always seem to want to have the last word, but that word should always be ours. Another creative and skilful write from your golden pen. Have a wonderful Wednesday. Hugs....Mike.
Posted 3 Years Ago
3 Years Ago
thank you for your kind words, Mike,
j.
3 Years Ago
You are welcome, Jacob. Have a wonderful Wednesday....Mike.
oh man! how those voices can drive one insane ... trying to fall into slumberland .. poets weep and write .. inspirations flash and we scramble to get it all down ... sure of it's brilliance .. until the infamous "morning after" :)))))))))))))))) ... what a great idea "poem yourself to sleep" ..I typically "novel" me self and it usually doesn't take long ... my difficulty is not in falling to sleep but in staying asleep ... waking the "Voices" command my attention ... I usually just get up to "quiet" them ;) ...love your poem ...i feel a kinship in it.
E.
Posted 3 Years Ago
3 Years Ago
yes, "weep and write, write and weep, but never sleep!"
poetry often wakes me up...but I neve.. read moreyes, "weep and write, write and weep, but never sleep!"
poetry often wakes me up...but I never mind that...feel very lucky to get to write.
thank you, E.
j.
I think words own us writers more than we own the words and sometimes that can be intensely emotive, your poetry is stunningly visual as it is written, beautiful :)
Posted 3 Years Ago
3 Years Ago
I don't own them, never have professed to, just a conduit who grabs them from somewhere and nowhere .. read moreI don't own them, never have professed to, just a conduit who grabs them from somewhere and nowhere and writes them down.
thank you, Ruth,
j.
Love this one as at times when you go to write your words from voices deep, they slip away from you, leaving in a peril ;-]. Nice one
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3 Years Ago
Hate it when they slip away, don't you?
Oh crap, there goes that poem.
thank you, will.. read moreHate it when they slip away, don't you?
Oh crap, there goes that poem.
thank you, willow.
j.
I love this piece and your use of the word, so imaginative! Tell those voices to run….
Your poetry is perfect, and they are criticizing you… glad you could laugh it off at the end…..
Best, B.
To die, to sleep—
To sleep—perchance to dream. Ay, there’s the rub!
As our friend Will stated ... and yet we embrace the little death each night and poems often rise unbidden in the darkness.
Sometimes our better judgement is found at our wit's end and laughter is truly the only medicine that cures.
Good one j.
Posted 3 Years Ago
3 Years Ago
Yes, Ted, it is exactly like you infer...It is a rub, I love when those poems rise.
but then .. read moreYes, Ted, it is exactly like you infer...It is a rub, I love when those poems rise.
but then I have to tell the King...where the
are...."They are at supper" "not where they eat, but where they are eaten, a certain congregation of worms is eating at them"
I think I will go to sleep...maybe my muse should.
thank you Ted...
GOOD! that You ended this with a smile even if an irony because if not I was about to shed few tears! that's the life of a true poet, words, thoughts, feelings, haunt him everywhere and anywhere, expectedly and unexpectedly. great and clever one Mr. J!
Posted 3 Years Ago
3 Years Ago
thank you, lightsong....makes me feel so good when you like my work.
j.
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..