stalled poetry.

my fingers ache

itch to write

dream to twirl 

the words 

that have always held 

such magic 

in my world

but they fumble and falter

spinning out useless phrases

and half-dreamt thoughts

of malformed syllables

all the words are useless

and frustration scrapes 

along nerve endings 

already shot through

with bullethole losses

and muscletwitch shocks

all delineating the one thing 

no word could ever correct

your loss

and the resulting 

bone-sore hollow 

it has created

Reviews

[Crowley]

I don't know...I have to say that of the poems you have posted the last few days, all are magnificent...amazing and utterly delicious. And this one is no different. So maybe this is a call to not personnaly thinking that your writing has been up to par...but it has, believe me. I get the feeling of not being up to the task of writing something wonderful about the things we hold most dear, feeling like we didn't do them justice....but I got a hundred that says you rank right up there with the best of them when it comes to that....and that aint just me punching the clown....I'm dead serious.

[Sweet_pale_cacophony]

'bone sorrow hole'..how more perfectly could you describe a loss..

[Poeticpiers]

Stalled. but only for now put it by and let your subconscious work on it. The words will come in due course. You present your thoughts in well written free form. I shall look forward to the completed work.