Poetry Month: Poems Do Not Come Easily 22 of 30
It's here! It's National Poetry Month! I'll hoping to write a poem every day this month. I've decided to keep it simple this year. I'm going to write about whatever strikes me each day. I suppose it will be like a rollercoaster ride of poetry. You'll never be quite sure what you're in for from day to day.
Today's inspiration: writer's block
Poems do not come as easily,
when your pencil
has been resting in a drawer,
your notebook slumbering
on a nearby shelf.
Poems do not come easily,
when your eyes have been closed,
ignoring the beauty
that encircles you:
the budding trees,
the blossoms dancing,
the robins nesting.
Poems do not come easily,
when you no longer pause
to listen to the sounds
that surround you:
the spring peeper's song,
the cheery chirp of morning,
the babble of the creek.
Poems do not come easily,
when you no longer notice
the stories that await words
to awaken them:
the subtle metaphor missing,
connections unnoticed,
moments passing without regard.
Poems do not come easily,
when your pencil
has been resting in a drawer,
the blank pages of your notebook
wondering where you've been.
© Cathy L. Mere, 2019
Today's inspiration: writer's block
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when your pencil
has been resting in a drawer,
your notebook slumbering
on a nearby shelf.
Poems do not come easily,
when your eyes have been closed,
ignoring the beauty
that encircles you:
the budding trees,
the blossoms dancing,
the robins nesting.
Poems do not come easily,
when you no longer pause
to listen to the sounds
that surround you:
the spring peeper's song,
the cheery chirp of morning,
the babble of the creek.
Poems do not come easily,
when you no longer notice
the stories that await words
to awaken them:
the subtle metaphor missing,
connections unnoticed,
moments passing without regard.
Poems do not come easily,
when your pencil
has been resting in a drawer,
the blank pages of your notebook
wondering where you've been.
© Cathy L. Mere, 2019
Where are you? Come see me! the notebook and pencil call! Love this voice, the repetition and the truth!
ReplyDeletePhew! Some big truth here! Right there with you!!!! And every year, at the end of April, I say, "If I could write 30 (ok 29 now) poems in 30 days, I can write one poem a week for Poetry Friday." But then I don't....
ReplyDeleteBut the opposite of this...YES!
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