writers block.

writers block.

mikl paul

 

 

some morning   and there is no

    poem.    absence deafening in that

   cathedral of    what has been said

             what needs to be said,      and

   said right.           when I’m not with

      you      I miss the writing      that

would riffle through my thoughts like

         some mourning

                 and there is no poem.

 asking       stillness   may you open

     and elude some romance    new

  to eye and   what-they-do      and

I will love them,     from here, this stolen

    witness,   will watch them   learn

to pronounce the other inside the other

    and finally a name that is honed.  (as

            though    it needed it.)  (as though)

   would that we were hungry.

           would that she would enter

   some morning (are you a poem)  and

carelessly destroy every   fragile   thing

    just to begin again with

   some morning             he dreamt of

making love        out of pulp and of stone

    and of come               watch the

   stubborn lower back     refuse to

heed the stubborn earth of hip

    of face     of him     and the raindance

 she does above him    while he says

    for the last time         and she knows

no        for the this time,   and now. 

Reviews

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

I quite liked this write... were I to be able to pull this kind of work from a blocked mind I would be thankful. "Asking stillness may you open"--great line. Your writing is dexterous, fluid and honest with a tempered exterior. I still need to come see you read.

[Trigorin]

Not bad. You have a good concept here and I do like your word choice and imagery, but I'm not really a fan of the choices you've made with spacing - it makes this very visually unappealing and it breaks up the flow a little too much, I think. I understand what you're trying to do with it but I think it would work better on a shorter piece. Other than that, well done.

[mikl paul]

thanks for your viewpoint.