Poem 132 – I Wanted to Write a Poem Today.

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I wanted to write a poem today

But no words came

Not a one.

As if my muses were on holiday

Moved out

Needed a break.

Sit and ponder though I

Of metaphors and figures of speech

Twist words into meaning

Profound

Profundity abounding.

But instead a blankness descended

Engulfed me in shadows

Laid me in the waste land

Said come again another day.

I wanted to write a poem today

But no words came

Not a one!

I sat and read of being lost

I related to that

My mind floats in a vortex

Where there is no beginning no end

Just a ceaseless void

An abyss to fall into

Where demons rejoice at my lack of lustre

Ridicule any attempt at lucidity

Chaos rules supreme

A jumble of words

Meaninglessness

Maybe I should come back another day.

I wanted to write a poem today

But no words came

Not a one.

I read some Eliot,

Lord Alfred even

Shakespeare only offered impediment

No clue to the gist of anything

Myths they said try that

What? Why? How?

Bunyips came to mind

They live in my back creek

Nasty characters but we do get on

The attention would embarrass

They embrace anonymity.

Maybe I should come back another day?

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24 Responses to Poem 132 – I Wanted to Write a Poem Today.

  1. niasunset says:

    If this is “muses left” situation, I can’t imagine when muses come again 🙂 So beautiful, and also Eliot makes me feel better always in poetry, Thank you, muses, The sun and beauty be with you always, Love, nia

  2. Lyn says:

    If this is not writing poetry, there is no need for worry or tears. I imagine any poet would love writer’s block like this 😀

  3. I think you did well for not being able to write my friend 🙂

  4. MarinaSofia says:

    The perfect poem for the inability to write poems for National Poetry Day. I just found this Robert Lowell quote earlier today which resonates with this (why bother to write at all?):
    But sometimes everything I write
    with a threadbare art of my eye
    seems a snapshot.
    lurid, rapid, garish, grouped,
    heightened from life,
    yet paralyzed by fact.
    All’s misalliance.

    • Hi Marina, I didn’t know there was a National Poetry Day. Sometimes I like the idea of writing saying one thing when in actual fact you are doing the opposite. It could be my bizarre sense of humour at play. I did like Mr Lowell’s quote. Thanks so much for commenting.

  5. I love that “Shakespeare only offered impediment” you have written quite well about writer’s block! I enjoyed it very much and that photo is it something you made? I love it

  6. JackieP says:

    Love Lucas’s work. The poem of not being able to write poetry was clever. I liked it. Well done as usual Michael.

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