Frank Avon

Blank Verse - Poem by Frank Avon

The poems I compose in my head
are refusing to be plastered on paper,
or relegated to cyberspace;
they stop mid-verse and stare.

'I refuse to be committed, '
the poem says instead,
'to words. Word-wise
I'm all in your head.' That's all.

She is not whole.
She has no soul.
'My word, ' she said,
'I'm all in your head.'

In my head,
this is what I said,
and kept adding lines
all in a slow decline:

I am attached
to artifacts....

Today at Friends of the Library,
four books I bought....

Sixty-five of my years
I lived in 'the American century'....

You can't seduce poetry
from out of sheer prose.
Her eyes just roll.
'Ya gotta have soul.'

Topic(s) of this poem: frustration

Poet's Notes about The Poem

From February 18 to March 16, nothing, nada, zilch. And on to April 5, still nothing.

Comments about Blank Verse by Frank Avon

  • Katelin Taylor (3/16/2015 2:15:00 AM)

    A lighthearted jab at that all too familiar thing some hesitate to call writer's block. I lost the rhythm after I am attached / to artifacts... however this is a very clever poem and I sense your frustration. You channeled the feeling very well and I am certain all poets can relate.

    Thank you for writing, Frank! Please visit my page if you have the time.
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Poem Submitted: Monday, March 16, 2015

Poem Edited: Sunday, April 5, 2015

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