With no cover ups, let me be frank
At times my mind goes utterly blank
When I sit down to write a poem
From topic to topic, my mind does roam
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Thank God that at last you became quiet. Otherwise had it been ended so wild, Then Valsa- I'd have been hanging my paper and pen outright. And telling - Good bye PH No more madness, no more wild For want of a rhythmic write....................... Ha Ha...... very much enjoyed
No pain no gain. Some days are filled with so much expressions all we have to do is just reach out and grasp a few. Just like a field of flowers so many beautiful ones but can't pick them all. Very good tale.
Like it, I have plenty in my head until I pick a pen up, then it all seems to disappear. But in the end I manage to get something out. The blank days can be a pain. A great poem.
Out of nothing you wrote something, although the title is 'in vain', but your attempt is productive and it went through gate of success, infact I loved this one :)
when we write it late.......... The sun had gone out of sight And the moon was beautiful and bright It was already growing late
What a wonderful poem. All writers face this blank mind. But with the pen of a skillful poet even this frustration flows into a lovely write. Enjoyed it throughly since this is how I feel now a days.
And out of clumsiness, out of blankness, out of nothing as if out of blue this verse emerges as the best.....Valsa.... every piece a masterpiece......so no efforts tied with strife and strain will go in vain......A super 10
I think every poet faces this situation at some point or other in his/her life. 'Plagued by a fiery fancy to express And a tormenting desire unable to suppress With a mental state somewhat fierce I climbed up and down the stairs' - Yes, it so happens with me too. A nice expression of drought that sometimes reigns a poet's mind.
A mind that has imaginative flutter will brave against any odds and reverses. Your frustration, your blank mind and your own fever have chimed out this fine verse from you madam. 'In Vain' is obviously a wrong title for such a summative attempt on poetic thoughts. Here is 10 out of 10 for you.
a mess a poet very often finds him/her in, the poetic urge and surge often bang on the wall of blankness of any ideas clearly emerging. very pertinent and humorous.
I sat down and closed my eyes I sat in meditation After all the frustration and meditation, what a beautiful rhyming poem you got out of it. It is a wonderful advice for all to follow. Thank you.
In Vain or otherwise there is poetry in your poems.......this is very funny too....
This is funny lol I smiled my way through it as I was reading. Its something all of us are familiar with eventually. Some days it seems like poems just float off the top of our heads and others its forced and a strain despite how much we want to write. I say though, you definitely made an adventure out of it lol It was fun to read, and made me anxious to know what would happen next! I went through something similar in my poem seeking inspiration. But in my case I took my madness outdoors lol not such a good idea. Anyhow, this is an amazing write - as always! Thanks for posting. ~Nika
Valsa, I love this poem. You have perfectly illustrated writer's block. And you've done it in a comical and profound style. You've inspire to write: Writer's Block Addicted to words Staring at blank page Mind in a frenzy Words don't come easy