Scraps are all that remain in my poem's domain, late, the muse retired
From trash to obtain a single refrain, from broken pieces once inspired
Tarnished with rust, covered with dust, I, glue bits and broken pieces
From decay of past dismay, mended hope somehow increases
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From these scraps shines the gold of times !
Thanks Lorenz your words are most encouraging and deeply appreciated.
For me this is a little despairing although it ends in hope. It is a tough analysis of the state of your poetry. I am here to say that your poetry is amazing and I hope you continue writing.Take heart better days ahead
You are very kind David. Written in one of those moments where the muse has gone to bed and yet looking amongst past poetic scraps for inspiration for another poem. Thank you so much for the read and reassurance it is most encouraging.
Love the description of poems past, well and maybe even current. Well thats what popped in my mind. Writers block? Or the words you write aren;t exactly what your looking for. We as writers are our own worse critics. At least that is the was I took this piece. but hey, I enjoyed reading your words and the metaphors were well worth the read. Thank you for making me think this early morning. As well as the smile of my face, Very well thought out .
Thank you so much for your kind and comforting words. As poets many of us keep past scraps discarded from past poems, this is my junk pile that I sort through when the muse is sleeping. Your words are most appreciated
It happens to writers. Sometimes it's a travel through a desert. The words, the ideas don't turn up. Inspiration is a mystery and is beyond anyone's control. When it happens you must make the most of it. Reading Wordsworth's (1770-1850) work, you will notice that as from a certain point, his writings became rather bland.
Thank you so much Soman for your review and kind words of reassurance they are most valued and appreciated. Dry spells happen to us all when the muse sleeps and we need the patience to await their awakening.
Good write, SB. Rambling through the clutter-land of my mind OH the things I find.
Thank you so much Jerry I deeply appreciate your read and words. Yes I keep a note of scraps and out of this discarded junk pile I rummage when the muse is resting.
That is an incredibly harsh self critiques of ones poetry from a wonderful writer, that gives so much pleasure in their writing,
I thank you so much Tobani self flagellation is often seen amongst fanatic believers. Self torture promotes the heights and depths of creation. I appreciate your support and kindness as I dig through past discarded trash that may now be treasure.
You are very welcome
May it continue to increase! 🙏🏻🕊
Thank you so much Cryptic for the read and kind wishes they are cherished
Writer's block. The muse takes a vacay. Every writer's dread turned into an eventual triumph. And, look what we have here, a poem about junk that isn't junk at all! That's the beauty of it really. Even when all we have are scraps of ideas left over of what we wanted to write, even when the muse has gone, something brilliant can emerge. This is one such emergence, my friend. Well done! 🌹👏
Thank you so much Tristan for your support and kind words. Yes I keep those scraps rejected from previous poems and at such times rummage through them.
Ahh, more ideas for KP's dinners - scraps, junk, sewage, debris, trash, etc. She loves 'em! lol.
So kind that you give her those things that she loves. Thanks for the read Orchi
Even in decay, your verses shine—mending despair into hope, one scrap at a time.
Thank you Mottakeenur for your most poetic response to this piece. Your kind reassurance is deeply valued and appreciated.
Like a ruderal bloom appearing out of the junk in this splendid poem. Sometimes the subject of a poem can distract from its excellence, as is the case here. I always love reading your poetry but this one really got me. Line into line with perfect continuity and wording balances the poem complete in its artistry. If you found this one in the trash, please keep searching. Excellent, Soren, truly.
All the best,
Tony.
You are too kind Tony. Coming from a poet of your stature this means a great deal and has made my day. Thank you Tony
Beautiful
Thank you Nafisa I appreciate your kind word of support
always welcome. have a good week ahead
Nice one soren
Poignantly optimistic
Thank you Reynaldo for your read and comment it is always most appreciated
Wow and yes what a poet you are. 🌹
Thank you Teddy you are too kind.
Yes good one.
Thank you so much Kevin. Your read and comment mean a great deal and are most appreciated
A poignant and evocative piece. Well done!
Thank you Salvia for your review and encouragement it is most appreciated
even what seems like junk has given way to a beautiful poem, and hope.
all the best
Thank you Nafisa I appreciate your review and kind words of support.
most welcome
thanks for sharing
Waw
I thank you Timothy for your read of this older piece it is most appreciated
Stay safe dear
Loved it!!!!
Thank you so much.
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