... Allegoryshmallagory

For the poetically insane ;-)

My soul is screaming, 

           my heart aching

  my pen tries to unfurl it all

          inky spots leak from my veins

writing everything down then     chuck it

       psychobabble fast approaching           h y p e r drive

flip it over maybe it'll make sense

                    wrenching words from the brain

a poet's only as good as their last write

            tomorrow's not looking aces

                         sentiments unload           then

 perish into thin air

              rolling my eyes

                      and starting to swear 

     ambiguity on the rise

      rewiring required

   perhaps a fifth or more....

                venting full throttle

     bent on getting that last word in

                  metaphorically speaking,

                              a poet's day is never won

Author's Note

captcha~unwired

Reviews

[joshua sky]

I enjoy this poem. Especially the last line, "...a poet's day is never won". How true. How ever so true. I'm currently going through a horrid period of writer's block. My muse (if ever I had one) is taking a vacation in Key Largo I'm thinking...anyway I find this work encouraging and cathartic in reading it. Thank you for this submission, I've been spoke to.

[Frieda P]

Thanks for your visit and kind review joshua, muchly appreciated.

[Tom]

A clever, confounded, confuzzle !

[Frieda P]

Ha, thanks Tom, glad I discombobulated you too !

[Pryde Foltz]

bent on getting that last word in
metaphorically speaking,

a poet's day is never won

One of the best writer's block poems I have read.

[Frieda P]

Thanks Pryde, means a lot coming from you my friend.

[emmajoy]

' .. bent on getting that last word in ~ metaphorically speaking, ..' Now then, that's a giggle of trying, trying - trying hard, surely!

It's so good to know my friend is a literary genius, even at this time of my morning I recognise the fact! Amazing type.a.babble, love.. words woven into a crazibly superb maze. Hyper over-drive, maybe?

[Frieda P]

Haha I don't pay you enough petulia! Hyper overdrive and those words getting stuck in your head that won't take the leap to pen....

[♔ CrownedDevil &#..]

Another terrific write.

Kaze~

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much Kaze.

[♔ CrownedDevil ☾]

Your so very welcome. :)

[Tam Warink]

I love this, Frieda! I really, really do. It makes me want to invest in Real Estate somewhere. Perhaps New York, a block on 5th Avenue or maybe somewhere in Brooklyn. The whole block devoted to coffee shops, bakeries, bookstores, boutiques for sequin'd pumps and $10,000 fountain pens sold only with magic ink. The kind that flows from the freshly opened wounds of poets and writers of human angst. I wonder if the police would even dare enter there?

100 typewriter brooms

[Frieda P]

I love the idea, let me know when you set up shop, I'm so there Tam! Thanks for your luverly typewriter brooms. ;-)

[Lyn Anderson]

Okay, explain to me this posting of captcha thing? I don't get it. As for the poem, amazing as ever my friend.

[Frieda P]

You know that code you have to insert so they know you're human, well it has secret powers apparently and more often than not, it's right on...ha, happens quite often it seems...and thanks KL

[Lyn Anderson]

Okay, so you post it when it is relevant to the poem you are writing?

[Frieda P]

I don't always unless they're right on...

[Rob Santana]

You forgot falling while thrusting squares into circles!! I can't even pronounce the title so maybe I'm not that crazy afterall.

[Frieda P]

Ha yeah right...pssh and pffft @that........Just say allegory, thanks for reading you crazy poet!

[Jack...]

Now this is the perfect ending to a terribly uninspiring day. You my friend have built a maze, twists and turns, paths to follow, no stopping to ask for directions, few exits (like I would ever want to exit your poetry anyway) manicured thoughts and scattered blooms of fascinating and visual deliverance, all in your own unique and perfect style.

Do me a favor, if I ever go blind, please have someone call me and read your poetry to me.

Frieda, even when you think writer's block has set in...it is no match for you my friend.

Always amazing.

[Frieda P]

Haha, I like your review better than my daftness up there...thanks Jack, you're a pal. ;-)

[Jack...]

Hey, I'll get lost in your maze anytime. You are welcome.