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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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..
Nice.
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
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.
Your description of the process made my hair rise in recognition. If only my pen would also rise. penny
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…
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. 🙂
So honest-to-god true! Perfectly described, De! (Great comments too!) ;- ))
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.