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 ..'

[Nothing Personal]

Loved how this one struck a chord somewhere amongst all you poets. This poem was part a result of my frustration for not getting enough time or patience to write although i am bubbling every now n then.
Thank you all for the great reviews. This would really keep me driving to write and honestly without you guys out there, it is difficult to keep writing, improving and learning and enjoying. A hearty thanks to ALL, again.

LOVE YOU ALL

NP

[MuSe Ampoule]

Ha! Aint that the truth!!! :) Writing a poem about the ability to write a poem...very witty concept! Great work here!

And so true...my distractions...hubby, kids, bills, chores, work, etc. My solution, very loud heavy metal and hard rock music. Amazingly, it clears my thoughts.

[Poetic Beauty]

this poem describes what it is like to write a poem. There is lots of description making when it come to poetry. Some come naturally and some it takes a little more effort for the right words and phrases to form. You explained this process completely and clearly.

[JanieB]

How very true. Good write.

[Goodbye]

This is so very descriptive of those moments of doubt, of emptiness in the well due to the B.S. of regular life. Makes me feel grateful that I don't have very many distractions in my life - really just the occasional appointment.

Very, Very good write!

[Amanda]

ahh! I love it! You really capture the feeling of pulling in all the elements in order to create something unique. I LOVE the bit about coffee. lol. "I beleive that you need to have several things before you set out to write a novel. These were, in order of importance: 1) heart-fibrilating amounts of coffee (lol) 2) plot 3) character 4) setting." -Chris Baty

[ForTheWorld]

that's how poem is created..its nice, the way you described everything. It's great!!! nice write for this one.. =D

[Chipgirl]

wsow you really get inside the head of a poets and more importantly you can get your reader to get inside their heads. really gd write.

[Dushyant Thadani]

Well this work is really good, and still describes the imaginative thought any poet goes through, even without a cup of coffee. I am forced to send read requests to all my friends for this work. Great work once again.

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. ahhh ... fascinating ... what an insight ... the process is somewhat different for me though ... i go to the terrace ... start typing a text message ... end it ... and send it ... to em ... my best buddy ... a few minutes later ... i get a poem in response ... most of mine are posted here later ... most of hers are in a queue ... she's too lazy to post ... but anyway ... this was rather fascinating and rather poetic ...