I sift meticulously amidst the clutter
of my rational thought and irrational flutter,
where my hidden fissures of knowledge wind.
Some words organize and flow off the tongue.
Yet so many ideas remain unsung
lost in time in the jumble of my mind.
If I could grasp these elusive tomes,
notes and novels and letters and poems,
perhaps I could write sometime.
I love it sometimes I can't say so I write because the expression is possible for you it's the other way flipped.
i liked the half humour half reality stuff inside...brilliant work...10
And yet you wrote this, and I'm glad. You write for many of us here. Ok, we have our moments when we scribble something down, but for much of the time this is the way it is... it's all in there, but either won't come out, or we can't find it, or we wonder if there's any point to it. I think it's time you wrote some more my friend. You have much in that mind of yours that's well worth reading if you would just transfer a little more of it onto the page..
i thoroughly enjoy the subject of this piece but the notable comment should be how well your meter and flow progress in combination with word choice. this is an excellent poem, John, and elevates your style. keep posting. -Tailor
I think that it's a snatched moment in time that makes for a good poem. A fragment of a feeling or happening which, if not captured is gone forever. There are times when I can 'write for England', and at others have nothing to say. Oh to reign back and organise disseminated thoughts. I love the diversity of this Great poem Steve
Writing is a gift from God. Once a writer, always a writer. I expect more from you, dear poet. Thanks for sharing.: -)
I really like this one, John. Good rhyming scheme. Concerning the very insightful content, it's probably a good idea to always have a pencil and paper around for when the mood strikes. I usually write my stuff right off the cuff; a line comes to mind, or a picture, maybe a few lines follow, and if I don't get it down and done right there, I never will. I've scribbled several pieces on the backs of greasy paper placemats while flipping burgers at work (probably shows, huh? LOL!) .
keep reaching for that pen in case the mind comes around again......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You took my thoughts and expressed them so eloquently. Feelings, thoughts, dreams, nightmares, too much, too little, never too late. :) Thank you for sharing.