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The Reluctant PoemWhat is this body doing?
I’m feeling dread and doubt The fingers fiercely tapping They want to tease me out Please don’t make me leave now I’m cozy inside here I’m not ready to express myself My words remain unclear Something's missing from this being It feels so incomplete What messages could I convey Worth their salt and peat? What will now become of me Will the people laugh Will they parse my sentences And cut my words by half? Will I live upon the web And roam the internet? Will Facebook be my only home I’m just not ready yet Am I destined for a book Or a magazine An academic journal How will my life be seen? I’m not made of heady stuff Perhaps it’s not my time I like light and colors Don’t blame me for my rhyme It’s a scary world out there The audience is tough Will the other poetry Call my tales mere fluff? Hear me poet, take your time Make the moment last Ponder on the process Don’t force me out too fast Now I’m just a rough draft In a week I might be more A sonnet or a ballad Might be knocking on the door *** Theo J. van Joolen©2011 | The Reluctant PoetThere’s a poem inside of me
That’s missing every part Gestating very slowly I don’t know how to start It has no shape or rhyme-scheme It’s stubbornly withdrawn Not sure about the topic I GOT IT!...no…it’s gone I think the story must be sad But it just changed its mood A couple of emotions In this verse I will include I'm sure that you will like it I hope it will impress It just may be my very best I really must confess Before I lose poetic fire I’ll write the first few lines Love is…NOPE!...lost again! Why can’t I read the signs? Is this what they call ‘writer’s block?’ Is it happening to me? This verse had so much promise Such magic and esprit! My lexicon is damaged I hate to let you down I'm having trouble finding verbs The subject needs a noun What horrible frustration! Unpleasant, anxious state My mind is only drawing blanks I just cannot create! Maybe I’ll just let it rest It needs some time to age Like a decent Cabernet Not ready for my page I’ll visit you tomorrow, O readers, if you care I promise you a ballad It’s hiding in…somewhere… *** Theo J. van Joolen©2011 |
