My name is....

Scales rustle behind me,

  competing for the reply.

Honestly,

 I should stop now.

A title,

  and I think it might be a compound sentence.

Been put into a mood,

 and patience is waning.

Tears falling from my eyes,

  I scream my name

HOPE

Reviews

[R.E. Ray]

Jon, I read this an immediately thought of WB Yeats. “We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, but of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry.” Seems you’ve captured that in the Cafe’s little world, or so I read.

[Jon Roggie]

Careful. I might start taking myself seriously.

[R.E. Ray]

I stand warned, sir.

[John the Baptist]

Has the sound of writers block. Probably the reason so many great writers were also drunks.

[barleygirl]

I have an obsession with short titles, so I envy those who can title a poem using a compound sentence . . . I find those are the listings that compel a click, too. In a way, the writing process (from my humble POV) is best served when I forget my name. I need to stay out of this message & just let it tell itself the way it will, without my injecting my likes/dislikes/interpretation into it. So even tho your poem seems to bemoan the loss of self, I see this as a good thing, a necessary loss to strip away the detritus of our cleverness (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

PS -- I'm here becuz this poem inspired Jacob's poem "Platform" & I wanted to read yours before his. I love both poems & yet I've come up with completely different responses to each! *smile*

[Jon Roggie]

You must start with a blank page of story, before you can create an epic.
Or, you just throw some words together while fighting off sleep, hoping to make some kind of sense.
Working my way to Jacob's poem, after catching up. I blame him for the extra work!

[Ted Kniffen]

The first line interests me a great deal ... could be postage scales waiting for the letter to be dropped on it, or worse yet the rustle of a serpent's scales ... perhaps the devil is delaying the process.
Sometimes it's good to step back when something won't come. I know that feeling that you've written what you think is a good poem but the title doesn't come.
We patiently wait ... but nothing ... fingers are tapped ... pencils are snapped and still it eludes ... until we have only that name Hope.

A good write Jon ... very good.

[Jon Roggie]

The devil is patient, but even he get tired of waiting!
Still, I have to scratch the itch!read moreThe devil is patient, but even he get tired of waiting!
Still, I have to scratch the itch!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow, I relate to this so much...life complicated, patience waning...screaming in frustration...
can't title it all in less than a compound sentence, OR Two....
maybe when we write we are competing for replies...even though poetry isn't really a competition.
We are voices struggling to be heard...and to have names.

[Jon Roggie]

Just a bunch of birds in the aviary, each unique, and ready to make a horrendous squack when desired!

[Papaya]

Hope and patience are very connected.
You have to have a whole lot of both I think, to attain the unattainable.

[Jon Roggie]

Part of the job.
Still like the shoes.

[Papaya]

Thanks : )