This isn't the poem I envisioned.

You find philosophy in your Cheerios
where all I see is grain
You extract metaphors like splinters
from every blood cell in your veins
Every stanza you breathe is brilliance
where my pen fumbles for one word
As if it is drunk on too much vodka
the poems direction dark and blurred

My poem cowers in the corner
once stabbed, twice kicked, thrice bitten
And you draw images from literature
that hasn't yet been written
I ponder the cosmos and the sound of rain
try to stir up a poetic feeling
While you decipher the meaning of life
from the Fleur-de-lis on your ceiling

A never ending process of starting and stopping
diction falters and images freeze
My mind is blank, empty, lost in a frenzy
until someone tell me "Don't think, just breathe."
So I forget about you and your perfect poem
and think instead of the tricks up my sleeve
Some humor and punch for the finishing touch
on a poem I hope people will read.

Reviews

[Rasputin]

Damn. This was quite clever. Amusing, but with a hard, bitter edge to it. I love the idea of someone finding inspiration in the most random, mundane things (Cheerios, ceiling patterns, etc.). I sometimes think that the entire world is like an infinite series of Rorshach blotter tests- two people can look in the same direction and see two different things.
Quality writing is pretty rare on this site, but you definitely seem to have a knack for this kind of thing. Rock on.

[Cyrano]

You are an amazing writer. There is something genuine about your pieces. Nothing ever seems forced. It's as if the words and meaning are chosen first and somehow magically rhyme! Great job. Keep writing.

[Angi]

Stephanie, I feel exactly the same way when I read some poetry. I wonder if those fancy words and metaphor just simply roll off their tongues. There are days when I really, really struggle to get what I want to say out of my head and onto paper in a relevant way. Most of the time I fail. I really enjoyed this piece. The way you wrapped it up left me smiling and so happy to be reading what I was reading. Thank you for submitting and congratulations for taking the Gold! Angi~

[Justine]

I love this poem. Your opening lines are nothing short of perfection. You play with creative imagery and original metaphor throughout that makes this a true delight to read. Poems rarely turn out the way I expect. If one of mine turned out like this, I would be happy. Great writing. Justine