It all began when waiting for buses,
sitting in cars, at appointments,
I started frantically searching
for paper and pen. Writing on receipts,
even writing with eyebrow pencil on tickets.
On the inside of chocolate wrappers, on mirrors.
My thoughts began to boil over, like bubbling jam.
Sweet and colourful, it heated my blood.
It was satisfying to write down my observations.
Until I couldn`t stop, each day I needed a fix.
All I needed to do was to reach up
and catch a passing verse.
I would pluck the ideas from the air.
Then there was a day when these thoughts stopped.
I don`t remember when or where,
but they left me, just as quickly as they had begun.
For months and years the bubbling and boiling ceased.
I picked up a pen and sat with a sheet of paper
which stayed as white as untrodden snow.
Until one day, as if by some eternal cycle
of the planets, my rhythmic thoughts returned.
The bubbles now were like champagne
and they tickled me, and made me smile.
And here they are, my rhyme and worse,
for what it is worth, my thoughts.
A contest entry
- Rounds Contest - Round 1 - An introduction ... by imgone.
450 points, ended June 21, 2007, 31 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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This is a write that makes me smile. Each one of us has thoughts we can't seem to get on paper. I put the pen to the paper and only the saddest park of my life leaks onto the page. Sometimes the humor comes forth. But you did it! Good write.
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To smile is what I would hope you do when I write, it is
very satisfying to me to see those words This is a write
that makes me smile.#
To quote the bard in Midsummer`s nights dream
Our true intent is all for your delight
Dixie
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I love this, you have captured the feelings so well and the metephor of jam (or jelly) is brill. Well done and good luck in the contest. Val
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very good
"My thoughts began to boil over, like bubbling jam.
Sweet and colourful,"- I like that
I can relate well to this poem.
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Wonderful descriptions of your compulsion to write things down frantically and I'm just the same, otherwise you forget it, once the moment has passed. I often jot down ideas at work on serviettes etc, and sometimes can't sleep at night, when my head is spinning with ideas for a story or poem. Then as you so rightly say, you get days when you're stuck for inspiration. I love your comparison of thoughts as boiling jam, bubbling over. How apt this is. Well done and good luck in the contest.
Ann
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