On Frittering Away Time
A writer is an expert
On frittering away the time
Anything except
Commitment to the verse and rhyme
Stay away from muses
Paper and the pen
And cultivate excuses for the malaise to start
again.
Writer’s block-it’s got me
Tied up in a ball
Stymied once again
Oh shoot-my back is to the wall!
My thoughts, they are a vapor
Flying to the air
When they are gone I am not sure
If there are many more to spare…
I’ll cultivate a phobia
Or a neurotic flair
What if I put on my scarf
Or take a walk up there?
No! I’ll create a heroine
And she can take my place
Deciding which verse to keep
And which to, of course
Erase.
Anything except to face
Myself
(And audience alike…)
To delve way down deep
Where my secrets sleep
And grant to them, a life.
(Copyright K.A.P. 2011)
I like this thought of granting life to secrets down deep.
ReplyDeleteI always love poems so eloquently written about writer's block - I like how the block itself creates. I loved this poem, lg! I want one of those heroines making those critical decisions :)
ReplyDeleteYes Lynn; that is the essence of our self; do we risk sharing?
ReplyDeleteTalon, A book I am reading written by an editor about writing stirred me on to write this...:)
Yes, when 'she' arrives I will gladly loan her out.