Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Unspoken

Life is moving
too quickly
for thesaurus thumbing
and all of my great ideas
are on torn loose leaf again,
and all of my musings
are now given to
my friends who-
will out
my loving thoughts
from my great big
giant heart that
seems to have room
for it all.
But doesn't seem
to want to let a single
poetic word fall.
Posted by at

3 comments:

  1. UnknownMay 12, 2010 at 8:03 PM

    I know how this feels... :-\

    ReplyDelete
  2. natelanMay 13, 2010 at 2:52 PM

    Amy, another wonderful piece. I'm sure any true poet could easily relate to this. I know it definitely resonated with me.

    "And all of my great ideas are on torn loose leaf again"

    That line really stands out for me. As well as;

    "Doesn't seem to want to let a single poetic word fall."

    I think for someone who insinuates having writer's block in their poem, you sure managed to construct an interesting and fun poem.

    I could keep going, but I'm going to shut up now, hah... Anyway, cheers!

    ReplyDelete
  3. bttrflyscarMay 13, 2010 at 8:47 PM

    Dana: Aw, :-x

    Nathan:Thank you, my friend! <3

    ReplyDelete

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)

Reach for the clouds. . .

Tickle your toes. . .

  • Day 9
    The Eternal Critic The light verses dark and the smudged and softened brush strokes suggests to me it is, as always, religious propaganda of...
  • Memoir of a Memoir: Week 7
    Ah, 7. The number in question. During this process of developing my first full-length work of prose, and a memoir to boot, I have considered...
  • Repetition in 3/4 time
    Empty lines- Now there are not enough notes- and I am missing notes- I am missing your notes too much time passing two, three, four, five to...
  • Mercury's net
    Winged shoes in flight rarely touch the ground. I have known no one who would rely on a cloud. Cirrus is rarely serious enough. She spills i...
  • small stones
    July 7th the face of a rose deflates our windowsill- not much of a garden. July 8th after the party- a painting is crooked I think someone d...
  • Home-sick
    and how I wish the air smelled sweet like salty rain then maybe I could feel at home again? But sometimes- -days like today I am home, but s...
  • a name
    a know-nothing non-something, a song, a back-slap, a tree without sap. crowned with ceremony and melancholia- a whistle, a snap. a marriage ...
  • small stone #4
    husband and I trek a mile for ice cream just for the creamy banana, crunchy pecans, and chunks of thumb-sized chocolate. shoes flipping and...
  • Sister, I...
    sister so (un)successful sister so in-(dependent) sister, are you in there? "always the color blue, always take the train, always wink ...
  • Day 1 of NaPoWrimo!
    I thought it would be fitting to do an original of mine, but one of it's earlier drafts. I have recently reworked this poem so it includ...

Poets United Contributor