THIS ISN'T IT

By moonphish

Fri, 23 Aug 2013
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sometimes my poor mind
is as black as the sky
at a minute before midnight
on the fourth of july
.
the fireworks that rang out
just a moment ago
have dimmed to nearly nothing
at a volume set low
.
when talent has been halted
i will question my worth
i crave the wild contractions
when a poem has found birth
.
white paper merely mocks me
horizontal blue lines
they scream out for attention
of poetic designs
.
i seek some inspiration
and in time it will come
to make me feel quite clever
when i'm feeling so dumb
.
pretending that i'm shakespeare
sometimes maybe voltaire
but mostly i just feel
like i am breathing dead air
.
but yet i'm full of gumption
like a soldier, i'll trudge
and if i keep on plodding
there are words i will nudge
.
a lovely poem's arising
it will come in a bit
but don't get too excited
for this sure isn't it
 
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Submitted by Rhiannonw on

Enjoyed this, especially the last 2 verses, good fun! Rh

 

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on

I felt a feeling of frustration when reading this poem Alvin.  I know myself how annoying it can be when the words just won't come, but you've written another fine poem here, that I think you should be very proud of. Jenny.

 

Submitted by moonphish on

thanks Rhiannon...i depend on self deprecation when ideas don't visit :) - alvin

Submitted by moonphish on

thanks Jenny...so glad you found my goofy poem fun :) - alvin