Somedays I don't want to write
Most days I don't know what to write
Today I force myself
My first attempt was poor
I shared it anyway
This is worse
There is no meaning
The words are an empty thought
A sad, unorganized place keeper
Something to say I accomplished this
A poem for the sake of poetry
Words to accomplish a goal
Words largely without thought or care
It might be nice to write without care
What could the meaning be?
Can words without thought have a meaning?
Is it possible not to care about the words I write
They are me and I am them
This is my poem
There are many poems like this poem
But This poem is my poem
I can't force meaning into words
sometimes the words make their own meaning
I mean nothing by this poem
I write what pops into my head
I forget to capitalize the first letter of a line
I will not change it
I already changed others
I couldn't resist
I will not change that line
There is no meaning in a capital
It makes a poem look organized
It makes a line a line it gives it a sense of start
a choppy approach to writing
I did it again and I will not fix it
I digress
Some people will find meaning in these words
Did my reference to a movie carry extra meaning?
I forgot a question mark someplace
I won't add it since that would change the meaning
I will keep writing
You must keep assigning meaning to my writing
Make it live
Make it dance for you
Let it seep into your sole and change you
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Thanks for sharing, as it reminds us about the enthusiasm we may have lost. It's a good feeling to write something meaningful. No wonder we would want to share it with one and all on the poemhunter website.
Everyone has struggled with this and that means we can relate to what you have written which deals with the matter fairly well in my opinion.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Enjoyed this quiet little rampage through writer's block, great humor and purpose of writing. Thank you for sharing. RoseAnn