Poem

Fool.

I do not want to be written.
Take your impotent ink and go home.
You cannot press me to page
with death grip on quill
or ironclad will
or black clacked
on incessant white space
in an effort to fill your emptiness
with

…something.

I must be wooed.
Serenaded with breeze
rustling trees
restless, wrestling wave
coaxed from quiet cave
and broken open
with whole, raw
heart.

I cannot be forced.
I must be
known.

Hide me in the safest corner of yourself
or
shoutsingsling
me from the tallest mountain
where I can fly
fall
be
free.

 

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9 Responses to Poem

  1. claudia says:

    shoutsingsling
    me from the tallest mountain
    where I can fly
    fall
    be
    free….nice…i like…yeah…some poems are just like that…and we should respect their character and woo them..smiles…nice..

  2. You may have something here:

    “I must be wooed.
    Serenaded with breeze
    rustling trees
    restless, wrestling wave
    coaxed from quiet cave
    and broken open
    with whole, raw
    heart.”

    I typically tie it to a chair, point a gun at it’s head, and tell it to start singing. Works about 10% of the time.

    Your usual (and seemingly casual) brilliance is cause for celebration and envy.
    Thanks, my pal,
    your pal, Moskowhoo

  3. whimsygizmo says:

    Mosk, I do find the splinter-under-the-fingernail torture works about 36% of the time. My success rate with Chinese water (tear) torture is slightly higher, around 41%. Otherwise, yep. Woo-woo.

  4. Penny says:

    Your description of the process made my hair rise in recognition. If only my pen would also rise. penny

  5. brian miller says:

    shoutslingsing is a great mash up word…and yeah you can not force a muse…or you will end up with some very ugly poetry…hahaha…i usually need to head for the woods and be free myself to find her at this point…

  6. Truthfully penned, my friend. I agree with you Brian, the woods or the water will usually coax a stubborn muse out from hiding. Thank you, De. 🙂

  7. So honest-to-god true! Perfectly described, De! (Great comments too!) ;- ))

  8. Shawna says:

    love “black clacked”

    And oh boy, does this speak:
    “in an effort to fill your emptiness
    with
    …something.”

    Indeed:
    “I cannot be forced.
    I must be
    known.”

    “safest corner of yourself” … hmm, I like that.

    You are one of my favorites.

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