Poem

Writing a poem
You need patience
Words wait inside
gushing to flow out
but you need to pick the right grains
before they settle onto your river
of creation.

Writing a poem
You need coffee,
an instant stimulator
to the neurotransmitters
inside your jumbled up over used brain
So that they can connect , attach
And thoughts dribble to reach their succinct goal.


You sometimes need a very large window,
Overlooking some buildings, a small patch of sky
A road maybe less traveled.
And A distant man walking
Somewhere in slow measured steps.

What you certainly don't need are distractions,
Beethoven and a lovely wife are some
Thinking of Mondays and stock prices are others.

Sadness and Gloom sadly helps,
A condition words and thoughts love,
As they bubble and stubble inside
your wretched, dopamine depleted mind.

Finishing a poem is tougher still
Either you are too short of
Or else you are brimming
with the often unrecognized
Notoriety of words.

The possibilities can be scary too.
What it could have been,
How it would have been
What it actually become
How seemingly nothing came out
out of so many things
the Mess inside remained undisturbed,
You just scooped up some dust.

© Nothing Personal. November 13, 2010.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

What a wonderful piece of writing! Seems you've truly thought and felt how it is about writing or, trying to. How many people have felt any or all parts of what you've said.

There's so much truth in this that it's difficult to find a special phrase or stanza .. for me perhaps, it's the following that will stay in my mind for quite a while: 'What it could have been, ~ How it would have been ~ What it actually become ~ How seemingly nothing came out ~ out of so many things ..'

[Ice QueenJen]

I think Rory has said it better than anyone else, so I will just say I loved it. Except lately the coffee still hasn't helped in my quest to write like I used to. But I will keep working on retaining and connecting my nuerons inside my jumbled brain.

[OR]

Good piece

An honest and poetic description of creativity in need in order to create the brutal wave of words that hits us as humans; this gathering of words is called poetry !!

I admire your creativity

Peace

[grangerdanger]

Very true.

[Jeff]

The imagery is great in this poem. It was really well written.

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

I JUST STARTED DABBLING IN WRITING POEMS! AND THESE WORDS JUMPED UP AND SLAPED ME IN THE FACE! VERY GOOD WRITE!

[Kerry O'Connor]

Oh, how well you have stated the case for poets. A wide open window, indeed, with a view of the garden, and the bumblebee/sugarbird bush tapping at the pane, coffee cups and tea cups abound and distractions too many.
Such a real piece, this, with the last line a killer.

[.]

I really liked the flow and imagery this piece brought with it. While, I think every poet has their own ways of putting words to pen. I like that this shares a process that you use. It's always nice to see another perspective! xD

Kisses - Ash

[.]

""Writing a poem
You need patience"

"Writing a poem
You need coffee,
an instant stimulator
to the neurotransmitters"


"Sadness and Gloom sadly helps,
A condition words and thoughts love,
As they bubble and stubble inside
your wretched, dopamine depleted mind"

"the Mess inside remained undisturbed,
You just scooped up some dust""

~i really enjoyed the way u expressed the creative process in the poem.
it doesn't matter whether it is your process or a generalization of the
creative process as a whole-i think that u left poets with some thing
to think about in the grand scheme of artistic expression...
*This is very instinctive and very creatively self aware my friend :)

[Alicia™]

Such an amazing poem! Though my writing process is different due to circumstances (I don't have a large window for one, haha), I can certainly imagine using that process. You got into the head of the poet. Great job!

[TheBandit]

Bahaha
After reading this
I realize how totally different people's processes for writing are

I'm never patient with words, I never drink coffee, I write to sound not sight, I write alot better when I'm happy, and I finish poems quickly and hardly ever look back

Those differences are what makes writing and the world so great
But I ramble
I really liked reading this piece, and while I giggle at the differences, I accept alot of similarities