The day poetry died

 

This is the day that poetry died…

Verses exhaled their final breath

on a noisy highway leading nowhere

Litter strewn curbs collect the remnants

of the few lines that were left in my head

and I wave as I pass, fighting the tears

I know do not matter

 

Broken ball points leaking non rhyming ink

fill the pocket of my new white shirt

leaving behind permanent stains of what I used to be

Darkened blots in unrecognizable shapes

you wouldn’t guess if lying on a couch

calling every one of your dreams a lie

in stoic echoes of delusional voices

 

Stanzas stacked in casket formation,

less the satin centers and comfort

promised for eternity, fall like weakened

dominoes at the slightest creative thought

crashing into a pile of illegible splintered nonsense

Yes, this is the day that poetry died

and sadly it has taken me with it…

Reviews

[Kelly Scheppers]

...say it isn't so, Will! Your work is some of the finest here, and this is just a mere example of what you can do!

[willweb]

Thanks Kelly. Some days it just feels like that and some days, well, some days just feel like days and some...oh never mind. :) Thanks again my friend. I just needed to slap myself a little...I think I left a mark.

[Einstein Noodle]

writers block .. could not say it better .. vivid, tragic loss beyond grieving .. and here we have a splendid what???? POEM all about it ;) and on top of that the pictures your poem sparks; Ink blots from broken pens in a white shirt ... oh what inspiration ... casket formations ... oh where can i take off on that bit ??? then you killed me and the poet and poetry run over by semi tractor trailers while hitching rides .. road kill of the worst kind arrrrrrrgh!! nicely done says i!! great word use .. provocative, emotive comes to mind .. your visuals for me clicked off like from a projector .. nice read for me!
E.

[willweb]

Thanks for this wonderully cinematic review my friend. Like I told another, not so much writer's block, but more of a writer blocking himself.

[Terpsichore]

Many has been the obituary; yet still the buds of spring peep eternal through. T

[willweb]

Thanks so much, You are so correct

[RomaJ]

Wonderfully written. It's amazing how inspiration strikes. When you think you hit a block and you have nothing to write about...then we write about "nothing" and see where it takes us. I love your poem.

[willweb]

Thank you so very much Roma. It really wasn't so much a case of writer's block but more a case of a writer not wanting to write anymore. Poets whine...well, I do. :)

[Ana B.]

Maybe it took you in the upper level.....a great poem!

[willweb]

Thank you Ana B. Your kindness is appreciated.

[Marie]

Jacob has taken this further than I would have, but I tend to read things at face value.

Poetry won't die unless we kill it, or let others kill it.

[willweb]

Thanks so much Marie. Sometimes it may not be dead but a little CPR wouldn't hurt.

[anne]

Sad tone...I like the interpretation in the piece...An amazing poetry lives in you...:))

[willweb]

Thank you so very much Anne.

[Cryingkate]

Say now.. Where are U? I hope you weren't in a serious moment. Did I miss something?

[willweb]

I'm right here...just whining a little. Thanks so very much my friend.

[Cryingkate]

OOOH How Beautiful.. Whining Pen and Violin Heart , both imprisoned at Writers Hell Dungeon.
geez all were missing is the Maidens clanking down the halls with their key less Chasity's

[jacob erin-cilberto]

reminds me of "bye bye miss american pie, drove my chevy to the levee---"---and we lost buddy holly...
i think the "illegible splintered nonsense" is when poets attack other poets, steal their work and just plain break the code of poets....we need each other---we're all we've got, and it is not about this kind of stuff...poets are supposed to be the voice of a generation...not the voice of trash talking and meanness.
it's very sad what is going her right now...i see many of us lined up in "casket formation"
and am really feeling depressed about people feeling forced into leaving the site.

this poem is speaking to me in a timely fashion of the unfortunate events happening here right now.

it is really well written.

[willweb]

Thanks Jacob. Each moment in our lives has its own unique set of ups and downs. We do our best to navigate the choppy waters while hoping for smooth sailing ahead. I think a break in the storm is coming, though like anywhere, the weather can change at a moments notice around here. I appreciate you taking the time to read and comment on my work.

[therisa]

Will, your words fill me, with sadness, as I read them. Want to take you, in my arms, and offer my shoulders, for you, to cry upon, until the pain has subsided, from your wracking chest. But, poetry hasn't died, just yet, only taken, a brief repast, until the wounds have healed, and you can hold a pen, once more, in poetic verse.

[willweb]

Thank you so very much Therisa. Your kind words have revived me and I truly do appreciate your friendship.

[therisa]

Your welcome, Will, hoping time has start your healing, for you.