Listless Poet

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Please,

Give me a verb list
and a wrist bent to page,
a slight spil
-led rage
or some joy that won’t stifle.

Hand me that quill
and a will and a way
and about a day and a half
where nobody whines or needs
one zillion things.

Grant me some time
to think and some indigo
ink and just a few blinked
tears and an ocean torn.

Stitch me a quiet morn
and a few rain clouds and
pour me a cup and let it be
enough to fuel the fray
and loose the day.

Hold back for me
a handful of nouns and
the sibilant sounds of sky and
sand and sea. Give me

some syllables that want to get
along, the hum
-bled song of my own heart.
A place to start. A tree to whisper.
A breeze to blow it all away, dandelion
fluff, stray
words that might still,
………………………………stay.

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written for toads

 

 

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18 Responses to Listless Poet

  1. Kerry O'Connor says:

    Stitch me a quiet morn
    and a few rain clouds and
    pour me a cup and let it be
    enough to fuel the fray
    and loose the day.

    This stanza in particular speaks to me.

  2. gailatthefarm says:

    Magical

    Thanks for visiting.

  3. coalblack says:

    My favorite:

    Hand me that quill
    and a will and a way
    and about a day and a half
    where nobody whines or needs
    one zillion things.

    Hoping you (or the speaker in your poem) find all that’s wished for and then some.

  4. mia says:

    Oh my, how I love this. I’m particularly fond of the way you switched up “stay still” at the end. If I have to stay in one place, despite having a gypsy spirit, then please give me the words to still my heart and calm me so that it’s not only bearable but maybe even enjoyable.

  5. Gillena Cox says:

    oh the last verse, certainly my favourite
    Thanks for dropping in to read mine
    much love…

  6. Candy says:

    Love the rhymes lurking within these lines

  7. And this is exactly how a poem like this grow.. in indigo and with time.. Love this, and read it over and over.

  8. DELL CLOVER says:

    WOWZA–that’s good.

  9. Sanaa Rizvi says:

    Grant me some time
    to think and some indigo
    ink and just a few blinked
    tears and an ocean torn.

    This poem was the most beautiful thing ever!!
    xoxo

  10. Marie Elena says:

    *lifted chin, closed eyes, smile wide*

  11. Gosh…this entire poem brought a deep sigh from me…so much sound skipping through and I love the break and double meaning in hum/bled…so striking. ♥

  12. Jim says:

    You’ve depicted some wonderful weaving towards the creation of a really neat poem.
    My favorites lines were:
    ” Give me
    some syllables that want to get
    along, the hum
    -bled song of my own heart.
    A place to start.”
    I sometimes scan my picture files to find inspirations as your poet did the list of verbs. Or vice versa, search for a picture to match my writing.
    ..

  13. hedgewitch says:

    Such a speaking poem of that constant desire for, and the groping for the gift of each new poem, or even one good line, that seems to rest on so many variables only vaguely under our own control. The wise writer knows it is something to be given, not taken, and this poem shows the fruit.

  14. Susan says:

    List-less and listless, of course! Do we list right or left or are we listless? None of the meanings match. They list away without purpose, which makes your list perfect–each stanza asking for something with which writing could occur if only what listed stilled and stayed. Haha! Nothing will unless you Make it!

  15. I love your hyphenation in this one, as usually – but especially “spil – led” and yes, if we could stop the whining and the zillion things that would be a great start!

  16. C.C. says:

    This whole thing is entirely wonderful. And I love the stunning alliteration here: “the sibilant sounds of sky and sand and sea.”

  17. Snakypoet (Rosemary Nissen-Wade) says:

    Every poet’s prayer! Light and lovely — and I admire your internal rhyming.

  18. Marian says:

    Love this, gosh I pine for this, too. Especially that second stanza. Yes!

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