The Trouble With Writing

 

When you start sifting though your thoughts,

looking for something different, something worth writing about,

seeing the same dirt fall,

refined, broken down

to the atomic puerile detail,

no gemstones,

no civil war bullets,

no pennies you buried as a kid

hoping they'd be worth a fortune when you grew up.

 

It’s just ordinary residue,

of your ordinary life,

tracked in and out

of your waking hours.

 

Trying to write

is like beating a rug in the wind,

you get

covered in the past

and your eyes water.

Reviews

[Edward Clay]

"Trying to write
is like beating a rug in the wind
you get covered in the past
and your eyes water."

this stanza needs a break, to create a pause, give it mroe flow, instead of just running - a beat. perhaps:

"... a rug in the wind -
you get ..."

i know this feeling. i have started avoiding words because they become common. one day i'm going to eat a thesaurus.

[dante alexius]

I enjoyed this poem!
The tranquil flow of the second stanza completely seduces me.
Thank you.