The life of a poet can be a lonely one
There is always a battle – a war to be won
From the recesses of the mind
You string words together to get out of a bind
Approaching each line with tentative ease
Hoping when you conclude there’ll be something there to please
I would never be that presumptuous as to think –
That what I write someone may say, his poems really stink
There is no accounting for how people will react
I must prefer honesty that is a fact
It is much easier to accept criticism which is direct
In the long run this has to have more effect
One can learn from people who are straight and forthright
Who are in no way afraid to offer an insight –
On how to improve your writing skill
Which you take on board and can’t wait until
You have a chance this skill to hone
Rewrite this poem without as much as a moan
It may take several attempts to bring it to an end
You can then be pleased with yourself and the poem you’ve penned
Once you give it wings and it has taken flight
It will either flourish or fade completely out of sight
This is something over which you have no control
This if the truth were known is better for you on the whole –
You have weaved your words, your tale you’ve spun
Yes the life of a poet is a lonely one.
C. J. Black
2nd May 2013.
lonely but not alone…I wish I were able to lend my expertise only I have none…I just write from my heart and how I think…sometimes it’s not that bad, most of the time it’s crap…the thing is to keep writing…
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’tis very true, CJ, the words flow onto the page, and once given life, they flit and flee… for your mind is concerned only with the next offering, will it gain life? Will I post it?… Does it need a tweak here… or maybe there?.. 😉 I find I never look at a poem and think ‘that’s it’ .. but I persevere.. xx
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I think this applies to all writers. All creative people. For that matter. And you have captured it perfectly.
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Thank you.
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