I wrote a poem
a simple poem
from a simple mind -
it languished in obscurity
and then I dared to set it free
though ‘twas not well designed.
(Through the ether then it fluttered
‘Off it goes’ I glibly muttered) .
I wrote a poem
a simple poem
from a simple mind –
I should have thought it better kept
this poem written so inept
but I was sadly blind.
(How will my poem be received,
hopeful, but yet self-deceived) .
I wrote a poem
a simple poem
from a shattered heart
and though it was a simple theme
it was the one and only dream
I wished then to impart.
(Will my poem be understood
and will ‘they’ think it bad or good) .
I wrote a poem
a simple poem
writ’ through tearful eyes -
it fell upon a stony ground
lay writhing, turning round and round,
not ever set to rise.
(It seems it did not make the grade
as on the ground it still is laid) .
I wrote a poem
a simple poem
from a simple mind –
I guess it was a big faux pas
and as it was my coup de grace
it’s to the bin consigned …..
oh yes, it’s to the bin consigned!
Every time I write a poem it's on it's way to the bin, but then I always have second thoughts and post it. A great poem.
Great poem, Valerie.. Each poem you write has a life of its own.. and you write not a simple poem, but the thought that flashes through the mind of every poet.. thanks for writing this..
it fell upon a stony ground lay writhing, turning round and round, not ever set to rise. Great imagination! I am sure it shall resurrect! ! Enjoyed much! !
When these lines proclaim that you have written THAT POEM it makes me sit wondering as to when you will write another POEM to excel it, Val.
Well I for one give it a ten. Lovely structure Great read as always.
The second read is again wonderful with such a comment by Danny Draper...i feel i am thinking the same what you said in the poem!
This is a great reflective poem of some resignation and honest reflection. Not every poem will be a gem and as with visual artists should sometimes be considered as sketches of incomplete ideas or fanciful notions or whimsies or emotional outbursts of distress as therapy that are for us alone first and foremost that we dare to share baring our hearts and vulnerable souls. And yet we should know that not all is polished and not all is sound and yet we tipped the useful box of ingredients squarely on the ground. We let its parts fall and lie where they may and gather them in through tear blurred eyes to construct abstract or deliberate Lego style this amorphis to accrete and display. A great honest poem with fine use of repetition like nagging thoughts that return to torment and can be far more destructive than any external jibes. Terrific effort.
Simple but elegantly written. It is the simple things in life that means the most. very good Val.
I like this poem too, how often, perhaps, have truly great poems thought too poor or simple by the writer been consigned to the bin.........sometimes when I write and post a poem that I think is pretty ordinary I'm amazed at the response it receives and then at other times I feel a poem deserves better praise but it gets none which only goes to prove that art or beauty is truly in the eye of the beholder :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love this poem, very cleverly written. Great write!