The Poem Not Written


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My poetry is a time of curiosity, of smiles,

And childlike satisfaction of using guile,

It is a gift, a talent, imagined or real,

That lets my heart express how I feel,

It shapes itself from thought to pen,

And stirs my soul to write again,

My muse is often witty when she has her say,

Mediocre poems are due to her really bad day,

They may be laden with imagery and flow,

Or fall flat on their faces with little to show,

But the worst poem of all is the poem not written,

It waits swollen with promise, as if snake bitten,

Stares forlornly as other poems strut their stuff,

And never ventures out, it’s not good enough,

Nor does it climb into one of my dreams,

Pestering to be written as a beautiful theme,

The poem not written gets left behind,

Forever out of sight, and finally out of mind.

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32 thoughts on “The Poem Not Written

    • I know you will keep on writing. No danger is letting one poem sit and wait.

      May the sun be on your face and the wind at your back as the Lord blesses you throughout the day. Carpe diem!

  1. All I have to say is: my thoughts exactly! This really reminds me of the poem I wrote, “The Worst Poem In The World”. Now I realise, there is a worse scenario, that is, if we leave our poems unwritten and “swollen with promise”. (Love that line, by the way.)

    • The worst pooem in the world was not the worst. You have poetry that waits for you to display it. Poem on, my friend.

      May the sun be on your face and the wind at your back as the Lord blesses you throughout the day. Carpe diem!

    • Thank you, Ji. Your beautiful poetry flows. My poetry often trickles and I wait for my muse to take her meds and get me going again.

      May the sun be on your face and the wind at your back as the Lord blesses you throughout the day. Carpe diem!

    • My muse works hard to keep me on the path, otherwise I feel her awesome wrath!

      May the sun be on your face and the wind at your back as the Lord blesses you throughout the day. Carpe diem!

    • My muse works hard to entertain me and sometimes she just throws up her hands in exasperation. “Men! They just don’t listen to what I say, this one is particularly difficult every day.”

      May the sun be on your face and the wind at your back as the Lord blesses you throughout the day. Carpe diem!

    • My muse just thinks I’m from the wrong planet to appreciate all the heart felt nuances. She says,”Stumble and crash your way through the barriers if you must. Just listen to me and more delicate be.” That’s when I draw the line. “I can do it myself, I’ll just be fine. Now, where are my glsses? No, I’d like to talk but it’s time for my walk. The phone, everybody knows I’m alone, and probably not home. Write? Maybe tonight.” Your muse has a much easier time getting you to rhyme.

      May the sun be on your face and the wind at your back as the Lord blesses you throughout the day. Carpe diem!

    • Don’t bet your last dollar on whose muse is crankier. Your muse understands you.

      May the sun be on your face and the wind at your back as the Lord blesses you throughout the day. Carpe diem!

  2. to the poems i never wrote …am sorry… but now moving on with ‘Forever out of sight, and finally out of mind.’ no more not writing.
    Bless you Dan, motivation as always!!

    Love and Light!

    • You write beautiful poetry. Why would you keep it all inside? Let your light shine!

      May the sun be on your face and the wind at your back as the Lord blesses you throughout the day. Carpe diem!

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