Description: A sort of analogy which attempts to show the fear in writing that some people have. It boils down to a fear of failure in which I may of amptly demonstrated by example.
The Empty Page -------------------------------------------
Open,
Barren
Like a field of
Freshly fallen snow,
Yet threatening
In a cruel papery way,
Will my writing be good?
Or just yellow doodles
Like pissing men in winter
Drunkenly weilding
Their flaccid meaty pens
To barely make
Their name......
What can I say, Mugsy, you write good poetry. This hits home. Wish I had written it but its been a long time since I've lived in cold country and pissed my name in the snow. Thanks for the memory.
It was very different. It was kind of short but it was a good piece of work. Wondering what your writing is going to end up is something that can stress you but it seems like you just let the words flow and see what came out. I like how you used metaphors like their flaccid meaty pens. Good Job
Flaccid pens, indeed. I like satire to have sharp teeth. This poem works for me if you intended it to encourage its' readers to loosen up and take more risks in their own writing. Thanks for the well put thought.
Captures what everyone wonders about their work at some point or another. Such a unique and beautiful way of expressing the purpose of writing, we all want to be known ... but we all write for reasons inside of ourselves just as much as the reasons beyond.
The Empty Page -------------------------------------------
"Open, Barren Like a field of Freshly fallen snow, Yet threatening In a cruel papery way, Will my writing be good? Or just yellow doodles Like pissing men in winter Drunkenly weilding Their flaccid meaty pens To barely make Their name......"
Once again I'd suggest discarding the caps and punctuation and allowing the strength of your theme to stand on its own (which it is no doubt capable of doing quite easily). You are an excellent writer able to express a great deal with a handful of well chosen words. Kudos to you, sir!