The word bank of my mind is dry.
I have satiated rhyme,
and stripped alliteration from the wall of thought-
exploited every literary crime.
I have leant towards the art of
free verse.
Structureless.
Falling down the page my words get worse.
I am clichéd- compelled to repeat the same phrases
until I have recreated all the poems of my earlier, childish phases.
I am nothing but a fraud;
A reputed poet who lent themselves to false applaud.
My talent was transient. I was unkind host,
who neglected privilege;
for too long left my post.
Yet was this all a fancy?
Have I simply gone off track?
Did I lose it, or was it always mine to lack?
No, this is not some ephemeral loss of muse-
lack of enthuse
or broken fuse.
I could say Time has undone the seams-
messed with the fabric of things.
But maybe,
my quilted thoughts
were never sewn.
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Writers block is ultimatly a poets worst nightmare, Ive been going through it for over a year and havent been able to re-light my muse.
They say love is a main factor in poetry,
Thank you for sharing this with me,
Kind regards
Sophie
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i have had writer's block one too many times and could relate to all that you wrote within this page. thank you for sharing this with me today. from this write, you haven't lost a thing. i am looking forward to reading more from you in the near future. viyanna rosemarie
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Don't feel bad. I just broke a 2 year writers block 2 days ago. This is good. Not great but good. Greatness is seldom achieved, though. I'll go look at some of your previous works and get back to you. But your thoughts seem fairly well sewn to me.
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This poem reminded me of the many times my 'muse" was gone. Sometimes we just dry out and have to give it all a rest. I also feel that time has undone all of me. A great piece. Keep writing, reading, and living.
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This piece starts very strongly with some exceedingly interesting imagery- 'stripped alliteration from the wall of thought' is very, very pleasing. I feel the poem becomes somewhat weaker as it goes on and the phrasing of the final stanza has a self-consciousness about it that is absent at the beginning. But I really enjoyed reading it. Thank you. -
Very Good
Only glitch I hear is "Yet was..., if you read all the rest it is verbally ingenious...this stanza literally jumped out at its' clarity and commoness. Now that could be a good thing: a subliminal that the muse just touched you for a second and you see her or you can make this stanza more verbally ingenious to fit the rest of the verses. You mention rewriting your childish phrases- don't fret, you will come to a time when you have evolved and you look back on those childish verses and you will be able to rewrite them into sublime experiences. Keep writing, keep scratching, but always writing.
IM
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