untitled. writers block can suck it, I’m a magician.

untitled. writers block can suck it, I’m a magician.

A Poem by mikl paul

untitled. writers block can suck it, I’m a magician.

mikl paul

 

I want to write    about nothing

     yet still find her.

 

light,   after having   come    such

    a long way,      still remembers

   the early words.

 

and you,   like light,   in the

     way    you.

 

let it quiet,     let it want      the

   being found.      Let

 

      scars, keeping, cradled eyes,

a kiss       is a covenant      of

    the Other place.

 

while the slanting remains intact

     despite the heavy traffic and

       unrelenting  glance into faces   

could we love    yes     we love

     and every

day of it,    yes we love

     these     hollows for

   a greater reason than the sound

of an echo.         

 

I want to write about her,   and

     nothing          else, 

  except,    everything.

 


© 2013 mikl paul



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Well, I doubt you are ever truly "blocked" my prolific friend. You can always turn something into something; you are very resourceful that way. I quite enojoyed this one; it's a new take on an old idea.

while the slanting remains intact
despite the heavy traffic and
unrelenting glance into faces
could we love yes we love

Great lines--you always have something profound to say. I like the metaphorical nature of this one better than the literal, so that is how I shall take it and relate it to my own life. :)

Posted 4 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.




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Funny, isn't it- when there is something unresolved in our heart, no matter what we try to force our pens to put down, will turn back into it that thing. I first learned this 4 years ago when I tried to write simply of an autumn field and it turned into one of my tenderst love poems. Love's beckon has found me in themes of abuse, the night sky, dust, wind, foreign travel, street beggars, lunatics, adobe blocks and ceramic roof tiles, and even New Year's Eve. Nothing is too sacred for her intrusion.

I like your style- the halting and spaces give pause, jar us to think about what you are saying instead of just reading it; making us stop to taste and feel the words as well as see them on the page.

Posted 4 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

If only in the moment of writers block we could all be such a magician. I enjoyed this.

Posted 4 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Well, I doubt you are ever truly "blocked" my prolific friend. You can always turn something into something; you are very resourceful that way. I quite enojoyed this one; it's a new take on an old idea.

while the slanting remains intact
despite the heavy traffic and
unrelenting glance into faces
could we love yes we love

Great lines--you always have something profound to say. I like the metaphorical nature of this one better than the literal, so that is how I shall take it and relate it to my own life. :)

Posted 4 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

enjoyed this very much, looking forward to reading more of you

Posted 4 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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