A Hell For Words and Lines That Wander

A poem about writer's block.

There must be
a hell where
forgotten
words and lines
dwell.
Similes scamper,
lost like beetles.
Bat winged metaphors
fly to that dark
hell of forgotten
poems.
If those wandering
words escape, they are
gone forever.

When I swim in
the ink, and the
writing streak starts,
the prose comes to
me while I try to nap.
Now, I sleep with
pen and paper,
to put the words in
that white paper
prison where they
belong.

Author's Note

comments welcome.

Reviews

[Einstein Noodle]

i love this! if there are not pen and paper .. we scramble for any surface and write in blood if need be .. those blips of "brilliance" .. gone in such a flash .. i do not think they dwell in hell tho .. i like to think they are floating around with all the other brilliance and will be collected and gifted to some creative someone somewhere .. peace and joy. great read for me!
E.
ps. interesting that your oldest, first post is about writer's block .. makes me kind of smile

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you. Much appreciated.

[Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn..]

Thomas,

I read and commented on this reality of a writer's life piece on AP ... And yet, the truth of harsh reality this it reveals in matters of all writers lives warrants the scrawling of another comment ... I have a close friend with whom I played music in many a band over the years with (him a smokin' guitar player & me [at the time] a helluva drummer), and we often sit around, listen to music as I share my piss poor poetry, some new outlandish article, and he cuts me a personal demonstration of a new song that he has just written, playing and singing it to me on his acoustic guitar. He is an excellent song writer, writing, straight from the heart, songs that are meaningful and poignant to our daily lives. Damn guy is a folk song writer and singer, still trying to hang on to the Classic Rock era long gone by ... We sit and hash over old times, and new ideas that we have for our writing projects, and it always comes up how ideas, sometimes almost a complete piece of writing, will suddenly come upon a fellow as one lays in bed at night just about to doze off to sleep. And that fool in us all says, I'll write it down in the morning. But, in the morning the brilliance of inspiration's moment of magnificent Muse has gone, taking with it all wonderful words dancing in our minds the very night before, and they seldom, if ever, return. He and I had a good laugh over this fine piece of Poetry of yours as we were forced to agree with the proverbial truth of this Poem: If you don't use it (like right f*****g then), you lose it ... Or, if you snooze, you lose!

I guess this piece serves to define you as a Poet's Poet. Again, well done!

Marvin Thomas Cox-Flynn de Graham

[Thomas W Case]

Thank you very much. I appreciate it.

[Thomas W Case]

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