I have thought of death many times, experienced it in my incomplete rhymes
I've heard it in meter's missing heartbeat, felt it when a stanza was incomplete
My muse a cold mortician, left my corpse deaf and dumb creativity gone numb
Watered with tears poems unread, cried for lost lines of meaning shed
Somewhere under rubble of words I've buried, poetic babies miscarried
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This is strong and emotional. It shows the pain of losing creativity in a powerful way. The images used—like poems being buried or lost—are clear and moving. It feels very real and honest.
Thank you so much Salvia. I look at others creations as their babies and treat them as such. Not all children are beautiful but they are to their parents. I appreciate your review and kind words of encouragement
You are very welcome, Have a fabulous friday!!!
This is a sobering piece.There is a touch of sadness at the fact that some poems are regarded as imperfect and in fact dead. But really you have to trust your audience.they will see things you never thought were there. This is a powerful poem that made me think.Well done
Thank you David for your understanding and encouraging words of support they are always found helpful
Oh the sadness of this.. I had notebook upon notebook, boxes and boxes of them filled with scribblings that never made it to completion. Very moving🙏🏻🕊️
Thank You Cryptic for the read and understanding. Yes some that a needed line would not fit or for lack of a single word it could not be completed as desired. I see poems as peoples children and grieve over their loss and respect what their parents feel is beauty that no others can see.
A wonderful write over something we all have alot of unfinished work. Is there such a thing as a perfect poem, do we chase something that's not there, we all cherish our creations because they are personnel, . Myself I am happy if mine turn out half ok, enjoyed the read
Thank you so much Tobani for the review and words of reassurance they are most encouraging and appreciated
You are very welcome
Yup, how many started only to vaporize. Well said.
John
Thank you John for the read and comment it is most appreciated
Well written, your title gave it away,The poem explores feelings regarding the death of their poetic expression. could be interpreted as the internal landscape of the poet's mind, a place filled with lost ideas and unfulfilled potential. You seem to suggest a moment of introspection—perhaps during a creative block or a period of self-doubt."You " centers on the need to articulate the pain of artistic failure, highlighting its emotional toll on the creator. The poem acts as a catharsis for the poet, enabling them to confront and articulate their grief over lost creativity.
Than you Friendship for the read and understanding comment it is most appreciated.
Don't you ever stop or at least slow down Soren? I remain unsure as to who will exhaust themselves first, you or your followers. Either way I always read 'em get what I can out of 'em and thanks for the chance to do that!
Thanks Dave for the read and supportive comment it is appreciated more than you know. Yes this poem was born out of that block and frustration. Life goes on and with it something to write about. Sorry about wearing out the readers.
Get off - you are not sorry at all🙃😊!
Yea your right just thought it would be nice to say
I love this metaphor; poetic babies. All of them so precious, and far too many left to untimely demise 🥀
Thank you so much for the read and kind words of support and encouragement they mean a great deal to me
We've all been there, and I suppose that doesn't help at all, and there is no clear-cut solution. I have tried many, many techniques to get back on track, and I'm convinced it's just a matter of time. Some seemed to work at the time but failed when tried at a later date. One way that worked is to write about not being able to write. I hope this gets you going again. - Phil A.
Thank you so much for the read and understanding remark it is most appreciated. Yes indeed that is how this poem was spawned.
Good write SB.
My poem demised. It started 'Once upon a time....', then I ran out of words of what to say next! heehee.
Thanks Orchi for your read and comment Orchi it is appreciated. Yea Orchi every time I think I've ran out of words some new ones pop up.
Nicely done. My problem is catching them.
Thanks so much for the read and comment my friend.
A poet's announcement .
Thanks Lorenz for the read and comment it's appreciated
What a beauty 🌹
Thank you Teddy appreciate it.
Good Metaphor .
'The Poet' by Rainer Maria Rilke is a good Poem on the Muse Subject.
Thank you for the read and kind reference it is appreciated
We all have poems within us that were not written soren but they may come to the fore in the future.
Andy
Thanks Andy as always your review and encouraging words are most appreciated
Beautiful and profound - a rare combination
Thank you my friend for your read and most kind and charitable words of support they are most valued
oh my god !! what a masterpiece ! a few months ago my phone literally almost died and i thought i lost all my poems i had written there. Thankfully i got them back but i cried every day because of that .As you said our poems are just like our children and its actually so sad when you have a good idea and you have written such a great poem and you just cant find the right words to finish it. But I like to believe that some day im going to finish all my poems!
Also i admire so much your love for poetry !
Thank you so much for your understanding and support it is deeply appreciated. So glad you got yours back. I post on various sites to help avert this as well as keep a private copy.
The title “Demise of a poem” is problematic. The nature of poetry is such that a poem, once composed, has a life of its own. It goes beyond the reach of the poet himself. Indeed, others (eg critics) can find in it things that the original poet himself did not see. For such is the nature of poetry. It is so complex that even the poet might not fully realise what he has produced. Strangely, other people might be able to decipher the issues.
“(Quoting PHILIP LARKIN).
“Some years ago I came to the conclusion that to write a poem was to construct a verbal device that would preserve an experience indefinitely by reproducing it in whoever read the poem. (.....) “ -- "MODERN POETS IN FOCUS." (Volume 2). (Edited by Jeremy Robson). London : Woburn Books Ltd., 1973.
So, in writing a poem, somehow we expect, in our subconscious at least, that others will be able to dig into the meanings.
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Thank you so much for the read and most constructive comment. My initial thoughts were for poems yet unconceived that are aborted then moved to those that birthed go unread. Once read they do have their own life indeed.
i have lots of scribblings which either die a natural death, when left incomplete for lack of inspiration - just thoughts jotted down on pieces i could write on. so i can empathize fully with you - but don't give up hope - try again, and if it seems impossible, delete it and move on to your next poem -
as it is - you are one of the most prolific poets on this site
so don't lose hope - but keep composing, and sharing as and when the muse strikes
Thank you for the read and most supportive comment it is deeply appreciated.
always and most welcome - keep them coming - have a great day
Isn't it feel like this though?
Beautiful poem. Keep it coming.
Thank you so much most appreciated
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