Death Of A Poet

How I sit these idle hours

with upraised pen in hand

waiting patiently for flowers

from that never, never land.



Once my seeds were fertile

and they overflowed their brim

and those anxious sperm would hurtle

from that space within a whim.



But now those seeds that once begat

those rhymes of love and mirth

abandoned all my hopes unborn

...and left the afterbirth!


Author's Notes/Comments: 

Oftentimes we wonder if our creativeness has been used up, emptied out, somehow lost... and that there is no more... then we realize how nonsensical that is and we lighten up on ourselves... Poetry is really a bottomless but warm and comfortable aperture... in all of us... which will NEVER empty out...

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Ruth Lovejoy's picture

love the piece and really like your author comments. agree we never run out of things to write about but sometimes there's an unexpected pause that is a nuisance at the time. Sometimes it's a case of lack of inspiration at the moment,sometimes things on our mind blocking creativity,sometimes we're just too tired to really do anything and forced writing is always crap, at least in my opinon. I say write when the inspiration hits because that's the best time to express oneself..

Pamela Lawrence's picture

I think I posted a poem in my "Poems For The Poet " section titled "how many poems does a poet have"...or something like that:-) Anyway the gist is, he/she has an endless amount but the truth also is that he/she is not always open to receiving them or writing them. That I'm afraid has something to do with God, with Grace and with a fickle muse who teases, torments and tickles us into our creations. Sometimes our hands lie sill, throbbing with words in our fingers that will not spill, like man sometimes reaches a threshold and cannot give, experiencing both agony and ecstasy in the same moment that release eludes him. Poets are strange creatures indeed, mystical and fleshy at the same time. We are extremes and opposites, expressing a world with a handful of stars....don't you think?