I Don't Write Anymore

maybe its just a poetic excuse

I don't write anymore. 

It's not that I can't,

I just don't want to put on paper

anything I may abhor.

I don't write anymore,

and yet my soul aches every day

for that chance to explore

the world as it seems

through paper and ink,

its rivers and streams,

and how it makes me think...

and think....

and think.

But I don't write anymore

because I blink

and the thought is gone.

I don't write anymore.

Sometimes I fear its because

the world just isn't as beautiful 

as it was before.

It's purples and greens,

and how vivid my dreams were

in that time 

before sleep was a chore.

I used to write late at night

when even the mountains 

were tucked in tight

under layers of snow.

I could hear them breath

that sleepy breath

cold and slow

and full of rest.

And it felt like home,

that sound would be my 

metronome.

I would write for hours 

which felt like years.

There were no mistakes

because I had no fear.

Each line that I wrote

carried such allure

with truth and meaning

that felt undoubtably pure,

but now, you see, 

I just don't write anymore. 

Reviews

[Kunst]

This piece describes the condition of poetry so much - our desire to communicate with the world, mixed with this fragile desire of not wanting to be hurt by it anymore. I think being a poet can be complicated at the best of the times.

There was a really lovely flow to this piece. It keeps the attention span of the reader with its accessible language all of the way through and I appreciated that about it.

Thank you for sharing.

[fallon]

Thank you Kunst! Your review means so much.

[zain danyal]

the line "anything that I might abhor" strikes me, there's layers to that one, fantastic job!

[fallon]

Thank you for the read! I’m glad you enjoyed it.

[Einstein Noodle]

i love this .. brilliant says i! it is so universally relateable to all creative expressive people .. and in the end i am strangely filled with happiness .. i think this is a poem that has begged to be written for a long long time .. and just the way you wrote it .. mighty fine stuff! peace and joy
E.

[fallon]

What a compliment! Thank you. Relating to others is always the greatest joy.

[Throwing Romeo]

Such a lovely cadence
A surrendering lullaby
like drifting away
from trying to go
to sleep and letting
the peaceful night
take you to your
dreams.
Wise and beautiful
Poetess sings.

[fallon]

Thank you! Such lovely words!

[Soren]

I hope you continue to write as your poems contain emotion and messages that need to be heard. This was a most interesting poem.

[fallon]

Thank you Soren! I will absolutely continue!

[Franky]

I love the line....

I used to write late at night
when even the mountains
were tucked in tight
under layers of snow.


Very original and creative for a non writer? Lol

I think you should write more.

[fallon]

Why thank you Franky!
I think that’s my favorite part as well.
I will try to write more!

[Franky]

Good. You.seem to have a knack.

[Crosby Idasa]

Very powerful and well composed poem, sometimes that’s how I feel too. I don’t feel like to write anymore but I found joy in it. Stay blessed

[fallon]

Thank you, I’m happy you related to it!
Thanks for stopping by!

[Crosby Idasa]

Welcome dear

[Neville]

as I worked slow through these fine words, I not only felt an increasing sadness, but also, a certain familiarity as if I had been here before .. then it dawned on me .. the affliction that both underpins and may well also have inspired them is one that most of us will have experienced from time to time ..
I believe it to be a cyclic thing both compelling and constraining in its own write .. I hope you write on dear fallon .. it would be a travesty if you did not .. Neville

[fallon]

Oh thank you Neville! It is always nice to feel I am not alone in that feeling.
Thank you for your encouragement.
I will certainly continue to write on!

[Richard🖌]

Hi, Fallon 🌾

I think any experienced writer will easily relate to the essence of your words in this well-struck Freestyle poem, that poignantly sing and dance upon the page ever-so earnestly and clearly … in keen poetic voice.

Though, we writers, poetesses, and poets may not stroke pencil or pen to paper or sit passionately at our keyboards for awhile … surely, in the living breath of our hearts, souls, and vividly creative minds, all we see around us, think, feel, and dream is ever forming into a story or poem to, one day or night, awaken and yearn to sing, to soar, to overflow and spill out from our fertile imaginations.

For a true writer, it is not a choice, but a calling we simply cannot ignore or resist for long, and the so-called "writer's block" will be naught but needed time to refill our reservoirs and inkwells. Then, we'll be back to awakening and reaching for that notepad to jot down an irresistibly impressive title, masterful line of verse, or magical imagery, lest it vaporize before we can.

Beautifully and intelligently rendered, Fallon, I have very much enjoyed the visit.
Thank you ever-so gratefully for sharing!⁓ Richard🖌

[fallon]

This was perhaps the most beautifully written review I have seen. I was taken aback by your words. They were so very complimentary, but also encouraging. It was such a pleasure to read. I am so grateful you stopped by to read it. Thank you Richard.

[Richard🖌]

Thank you ever-so warmly, Fallon 🍂

Your gracious words, in reference to my own, speak with happiness.
In my defense; when reviewing, the voice before me inspires and reflects my own … and, I let them as best and true as can be.

In my mind's-eye, you're a fine poetic artist. : )

[fallon]

Thank you! You words certainly mean a lot to me.

[M]

A very relatable theme for most. Those who love to create never fall out of love with creating. Life just gets in the way sometimes and our own expectations may stop our pen from moving. I am such a person that prefers quality over quantity in my own writing, so sometimes that means my own writing comes at reduced speed to others. Other than that, staying original and away from drowning in cliche just makes the creative process harder. It all depends on how much we value what we create. You describe a conundrum that most will understand from their own experiences. I enjoyed your poem.

[fallon]

Thank you! I am happy you related to it. I agree…. Quality over quantity is important to me as well.