What does one do
If one finds oneself
Suffering the symptoms
Of being a poet?
Try to gargle aloud
Uttering gargling sounds
It may cleanse the contagion
Before it enters your system
That's all you can do
Once the rest of the symptons start
You feel it in your head
It pounds in your herart
Your forehead feels warm
You cannot sit still
Words start coming out
Pages and pages you fill
It's like a fever
Compelling you to write
It does not come out easy
There still is a big fight
It's like a civil war
Words want out right away
Some content is stuck while
The brain argues for its way
Then writer's block hits
It's like serious constipation
On top of feeling ill
You can't go
You sit for a long time
Nothing happens
No need for paper
You have only pain
Accompanied by the urge
To let loose
The more you concentrate
Nothing happens
So you give up
Stand up and walk away
Take a long walk outdoors
Deep into Frost's snowy woods
Suddenly the urge
It's all there at once
And it catches you
With no paper.
What does one do If one finds oneself Suffering the symptoms Of being a poet? ...write! ...recite! thats the calling divine, and santified!
}: -) This is me smiling from beginning to end... Your words struck a cord in this poets heart... Thanks for making my day! Shirley
Now this is beautiful. I have always thought of writing something like that but i couldnt find the right words and when I did: 'Suddenly the urge/ It's all there at once/ And it catches you/ With no paper. /
having a fever of words..and you should compose it, see how fast.. if not treated you gonna have the hallucination and febrile convulsion.... nice provoking write....
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I would like to translate this poem
Get out your pen and start writing it down Tom...excellent write...10+++