in the libraries
and schools
of imagination
and fear,
i am licking ink
to better taste
the words
of my father
i've been
soaking myself
in the absence
of you
until i emerge
ragged,
drenched
for your nimble fingers
to wring dry
taut
you hang me
like an envelope
to be opened
and thrown away
Author notes
blah!
i can't write any more.
letting my purpose be decided by another....
A contest entry
- To live? by hilly.
400 points, ended April 5, 5 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I like the fearlessness of projecting your frustrations! The first stanza is stellar,
"I am licking ink
to better taste
the words
of my father"
is a profound declaration of a seeker, a wonderer, searching for meaning that escapes, in the contrast of a fathers steps, compared to his child's present. How are we made to be who we are, how do we become us, with the inescapable influence of their lives.
We eventually find ourselves...
If this is you not being able to write, fail some more! Geo
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I feel your pain. It seems all I can write these days are forced quickies... *le sigh* This quite beautiful though. I wish you luck finding your muse
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i disagree miss! you obviously can! lovvve this
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yes you can! the last stanza is amazing. i feel the quiet despair of abandonment here. i can relate.
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Wow I really like this, the imagery is brilliant. Keep it up! =)
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