What to write when there is nothing to write?
The thought of that is such an ugly fright,
As it has become this poet’s poor plight
On this lonesome, haunting and dreadful night.
The windows rattling, the curtains frayed,
The floorboards creaking, leaving me dismayed.
A black cat’s haunt sitting where it once played,
Causing tears to flood—my broke heart is splayed.
Beneath my poet’s loft comes a rumbling
Of the sound of many skulls a tumbling
In a dryer with dead leaves crumbling—
Keeps my mouth agape, now I’m bumbling.
But—ooh—what a blessing from something foul,
Which led me to scream out the loudest howl.
My mind at work and my quill on the prowl;
The shadows covered me—the poet’s cowl.
The images formed, while the words I wrote down,
With each measured line I reversed my frown.
The scratcings on parchment, my precious crown,
Jeweled and bedazzled, like a flowing gown.
Sitting here having seen this wonder through,
I am no longer lost without a clue.
All it takes is some horror to come in view,
And I will always know just what to do.
© 2025 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
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Really cool poem! I like the spooky feel and how it shows that even scary moments can spark creativity.
Indeed! Thank you so much, Salvia, for your time and your analysis. Glad the poem delivered, my friend. π€π§ π―οΈπ
Not a block nor an impediment but a setback momentary or otherwiseβ¦. Which in and of itself is also a subject matter that may be written about in various ways. Love itπππ»
Indeed, when all else fails, write anyway! LOL! Thank you so much, my friend, for your time and understanding. Always much appreciated!π€π§ π―οΈπ
Write anyway! And right away before the crippling sets in πππ»
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Miss you dreadfully cuz you're never absent, and what do you do?! Dredge lines from the refuse of damnation, polish it off like a happy child [like me in grade school when we moved to the Colorado prairies and I first discovered an actual junk yard....oh the junk I brought home like from a ghastly treasure chest, and which my loving mother accepted!], pleased as punch with your prize. Well, well, well. Where I'll actually refuse to write until after sunrise, you'll eagerly howl at the moon at the witching hour. La dee. Gorgeously rendered with nigh exquisite imagery and a ghastly, macabre poignancy. Thank you for sharing, I've missed you, Tristan.
Awww. It's good to be missed. Missed you too. Yeah, yesterday was an accident. The past week was so crazy and I actually forgot I didn't post until the evening and, by that point, I figured perhaps it was divine intervention! LOL! Glad to be back and even more excited that this poem delivered! Thank you, ever so much, for your thoughts, your read, and your feedback, all of which I immensely value, Missy. π€π§ π―οΈπ
Well Tristan you found something to write about and any season can be one of fright. A fun read my friend
Indeed I did. Ironically, once the first line hit, it kind of flowed, but up to that point I was having that staring at a blank page with dread moment. But I try to never let that stop me! π€£ I sometimes fail, but I try. Thanks my friend. Glad this delivered and you found it fun, Soren. It was fun to write once I started writing. π€π§ π―οΈπ
Excellent write Tristan
Thank you so much, Tony! Much appreciated, my friend! π€π§ π―οΈπ
You're welcome
Loved it! It's easy to write when an idea floats in on the wings of an angel. But it's a big challenge to wrestle back ideas from the devil. You accomplished that with aplomb. Well done π
Indeed. For sure it is. Thank you so much, my friend. Glad it delivered. Much appreciated! π€π§ π―οΈπ
reminds me of Edgar Allan Poe!
Yay! Thank you so much. I am humbled by that! Your time, your feedback and your fave are much appreciated, my friend! π€π§ π―οΈπ
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