Litter

Ramblings.

​Half-finished paintings,

​New moon nights.

Dew drop mornings,

ugly shapes and shrill voices.

Piles and piles of litter,

sentences too foreign 

to make any sense;

my words don't sound sane 

anymore ...

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i have gone through these periods more often than not....wanting to burn everything i have written...
feeling it is all a sham...just junk...
litter....and as you so aptly put it, Yumna, "ugly shapes and shrill voices"
you haven't been around for a bit, and it is really good to read you again.
j.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

I just feel aimless in terms of writing lately and am not sure if what I write really holds that power which I'd like to convey...
Thank you so much for still reading and your thoughts here, Jacob. Always appreciated.

[Ted Kniffen]

Hey Doc, good to see you.
I have files filled with litter ... some going back a half century or more ... that may or may not see the light of day. Sometimes I pull one out, tinker with it to see if anything intrigues me, then put it back in the folder.
Much like what you're going through, my words quite often border on the edges of insanity ... perhaps it is that way for most writers.
The one emotion we can't seem to get away from is doubt.

Keep typing away doc ... stay safe ... take care.

[Thomas Fitzgerald]

Simple and elegant, thoughts of colour and smell, well done, good read.

[Wanda Vergara-Yates]

Some days are like that. My feelings don't feel any more sane than the words sound. The idea is there, but the bones to it have scattered across the ground. They wait to be picked up and organized back into their proper skeleton, to be clothed again with muscle tissue, meat and fat, to be beautifully adorned as in yesterday's words. Alas, we sit by the dust of our thoughts, thirsty for inspiration that refuses to visit.

[Giulia King]

I remember reading your first poems on this site ages ago. You've come a long way, Yumna. Love this piece. xo

[barleygirl]

What I love about this poem is how it sounds disjointed, which is the ultimate of show instead of tell. I love when a poet scrambles the good stuff in with the more confusing stuff of life, which is the scramble of how life can really feel at time. Your expression feels very authentic and it makes me want to be more authentic as a writer, too! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Fairy Khan]

I feel the same. I don't understand what's actually wrong. I could really connect. Nice one, Dr. Kay.

[CLR9]

It's actually pretty good considering most of the crap on this site.

[Franky]

I can relate. I have too many writing projects that seemed good for a while....then nothing happened with them. I hate that, but I've got to work too. 😟

[Einstein Noodle]

boy can i relate Doc! well said ... can be so frustrating when we have such a desire to express .. creatively and succinctly ..as you do, do so well! I go through my litter from time to time and just shake me nog at how I ever thought it was so "brilliant" when i jotted it down ... so like all good litter .. into the trash it goes ... but once in a while something will speak to me and can be used ... love on ya Doc! sure glad you are around the Cafe' :)
E.

[Davidgeo]

Time always winds us down to something less than it was before. Age will always betray us and our taste and zest for life will follow suit. It starts at an early age if you let it, but we can delay the inevitable for a time if we're clever enough. I think the key is to always be searching... for something, no matter that is, always be searching. You don't need the answers to keep asking questions... there doesn't have to be a point.