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I can't do it anymore.
I can't write about pain.
When I'm no longer numb or sore.
The words trail out but don't resonate.
Like a warm breath in the cold air,
The words change shape.
They no longer reflect
Red, untempered accents.
They are purple.
Neither hot, nor cold.
Thought out, bought out
before they are told.
Once mirrored upon shadow, upon shadow
The words are reduced to whispers,
| Absolutely love this :) I love the imagery you've used to describe the words. I've felt like this many times. I always ponder how those who read poetry and do not write it view the authors. I don't think people realise what it takes to write poetry - decent poetry, that is.|
It's not just pretty words on paper, but it's finding the words within yourself to describe your feelings, and things that you've been through, or watched others go through. Poetry can be painful to write, and sometimes, you just can't bear the pain of it.
I wrote a poem about that, actually, called "Of a Poet" - in hopes of making people understand what it takes. But I don't think anyone could possibly know without having written poetry themselves.
So I very much adore this poem you've written. Especially that very last stanza. Wonderful job, and I look forward to discovering more of your work. :)
|| Posted on 2007-02-03 00:00:00 | by Mandi Gayle | [ Reply to This ] || very great poem. its nice to be able to write of things when there's nothing left you can think of and taking the imagry and changing it around and stuff...|
in my opinion in how i like to read poems, i think you should make the stanzas and lines longer.
|| Posted on 2006-11-26 00:00:00 | by loco_baby92 | [ Reply to This ] || i have lost count of the times i've felt like this!|
|| Posted on 2006-11-25 00:00:00 | by whirl | [ Reply to This ] || I really love this. Great job expressing how alot of writers feel when they have nothing left to write about. Sometimes we write so much about being hollow, empty, in pain, that we lose ourselves to the feeling... Instead of just expressing it on paper I find myself really lost in this feeling, and I have to dig myself back up. |
Just as Lauren said in her comment I love the use of the color purple, representing a neutral feeling, no warmth, yet you aren't cold. Purple is my favorite color because it can stand for so much more than just black or white, or any other color. Love that part.
I think I will put this in my favorites, and read it when I feel a little out of place. When there is nothing left to write, I will read this. Great job, again. /applaud
|| Posted on 2006-11-25 00:00:00 | by precious_poetry | [ Reply to This ] || i really, really love this! it so accurately describes how i feel somedays--when i can't write. it's so frustrating! and i love the idea of it being purple, neither hot nor cold. i think this is great :)||| Posted on 2006-11-25 00:00:00 | by lauren hamill | [ Reply to This ] || I find myself in the middle of this land called writers block. I'm looking for some insperation to get me off this rock. Just like in your poem I'm looking for an idea that (resonates). The last piece I wrote is called *One Perfect Rose* After that everything dryed up. I feel like I'm standing knee deep in sand, in this no poets land waiting for insperation or a good Idea to hit me in the head. I read, I write, I got nothing. But I do like your poem. |
The Poor Man's Poet.
|| Posted on 2006-11-25 00:00:00 | by Bobby K | [ Reply to This ] |