A Writer Bound

For the poetry architecture contest for the Forum group. The poem reflects my sheer annoyance at my writers block and actually released it.

Heart bound,

Hear the thumping sound,

Tremendous nervous energy courses,

Trembling down my fingers and forces,

Palpitations in my chest,

Pulpit recitations end my rest,

Twisting within my bones,

Twilight ringing of the phones,

Will there be no sleep?

Wilful delusions come home to reap,

Immoral sins set to freeze,

Immortal flesh on the seas,

As I become the modern Falkenburg, ripping

Asunder my soul from within, tipping

Across the seven seas, searching for release,

Acorns for the Gods, a hulk for the Golden Fleece,

Searching for the saltless river,

Searing the wyrms that slither,

Yet, I cannot release the bound energy within,

Yesterday’s creativity has become today’s sin,

Architecture of my frame, moral and physical,

Arched, bent, crippled and neurological,

Realising the blocks that live inside oneself, is

Releasing the pain from within myself, vis-à-vis.

 

Author's Note

The first words are meant to be visual rhymes while the last words are actual rhymes. I hope the poem reads well and makes sense.

Reviews

[Lexi I.]

Lovely poem. Definitely requires a couple of reads, but with good reason. I appreciate all of the allusions and imagery you've weaved into it.
Has it made its way into any anthologies yet?

[Tomás Ó C..]

Interesting structure to the poem, a bit dylanesque...

[Ani Ashford]

Your words really bring back the memories of my moments of such... well done and I havee enjoyed your sharing.

[Catala]

Ah and an awesome crash to a wall of writers block this is! The transition from visual to auditory rhyme is smooth and clean. I enjoyed the images in my head while i read this as well... wonderful piece Wulfstan :)