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My Writing Process

Rating: 5.0

No rhyme, no rhythm, no reason;
No song for a special season;
No cause against which to rage;
Just wandering words down the page.
Unsteady hand on uneven line,
Tired body gives way to dull mind.

Insane irony of this process
Where much gives way to far less;
Where inspiration only conspires,
Ventures out during forgetful fires,
To leave me scavenging in cinders
Of would-be masterpieces and wonders.

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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sandra Martyres 30 March 2009

Very well said Roshni...as Catrina states we all go through these phases regularly...writing for the sake of writing, but you have expressed this process wonderfully...Thanks 10+

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Catrina Heart 30 March 2009

all of us sometimes goes to this kind of writing process, a simple irony of our life just to love the form of penning and scribbling down thoughts without some value or essence at all...............Thanks!

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Christine Kerr 29 March 2009

The struggle of putting it all together, is very well put together here, Great Penned 10++

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Sarvesh Kulkarni 08 July 2009

ohh...amazing poem... a very different concept...and so wonderfully expressed. 'Unsteady hand on uneven line, ' and the last stanza....beautiful. thank you very much.

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Sonya Florentino 27 May 2009

we all get these 'uninspired moments' or writer's block or 'just-can't-get-it-right' knots...but if you can write a beautiful poem about it... you're cursed! you're a writer!

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Bullion Grey 06 April 2009

Hey, new poem....very interesting, your writing process. Has a subtle drama yet reaches for a better hope....insanity as a form, yet no rage. I love it. Bullion Grey

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Rosalita Fernandez 30 March 2009

wow! this is amazing i loved it!

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Eyan Desir 30 March 2009

nice read good write

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