Glow

sorenbarrett

A poem, a spark that soon goes out 
Mere whisper of flame not a shout
Its glow dies when falls, bouncing about
Without oil of ink or in paper drought

 

Of gathered dry thoughts build your fire
Gather clean leaves, stoke it with twigs of desire
Blow into it life's breath, watch it grow higher
An offering burnt upon a  writer's block pyre

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  • Paul Bell

    My writer's block usually ends at four in the morning, and I'm sure it's some ploy to drive me nuts getting it down.

    • sorenbarrett

      Mine usually ends in the middle of a task or while driving somewhere and no pen in sight. By the time I find one it is back. Thanks so much for the read and comment it is most appreciated

    • Lorenz

      .Throw all these vanities and yourself onto the pyre and be sanctified !

      • sorenbarrett

        Self immolation has always been the answer to the impossible. Thanks for the read and suggestion Lorenz

      • Jerry Reynolds

        Good write, sorenbarrett. Can you be a writer and never have writer's block? Is writer's block a rite of passage?
        On the eve of the morrow
        I write of sorrow
        The last words of both lines rhyme. It must be a poem. I read somewhere that's a couplet.
        I bet someone will dig around in that and find a nugget to believe in. Happy writing.

        • sorenbarrett

          Thanks Jerry for your read and understanding words I hear that couplets break up from time to time and find their rhyme in another line.

          • Jerry Reynolds

            HA, HA, HA. Very good my friend. Perhaps we should embark on careers in fortune cookie writing.

          • arqios

            A daily challenge if there be one, to pay attention to inspiration when it sparks, with participative listening which in turn fuels the flame of the inspiring else it disappears. Perhaps even to strengthen the mind stretching it and flexing so as to gather thoughts which by nature tend to stray. They also burn away the blockages that keep writing from happening. Very relatable, Soren 🙏🕊️

            • sorenbarrett

              Thanks my friend for the read and advise that I well should know. I find myself digging for scraps in the old junk pile at such times and polishing trash is not always an inspiration but a degradation. The warranty of emotion gone and in the salad I make of wilted vegetables there is no flavor. So off to the garden again only to find some are not ripe and others bug eaten.

            • NinjaGirl

              Taking it very literally-fire is fantastic for inspiration because it is so pretty! I do not know if you have ever written a poem to burn, but if you have not you totally should.

              • sorenbarrett

                Thank you NinjaGirl for the read and comment it is most appreciated. An interesting idea that I may try some day.

              • orchidee

                Good write SB. Erm, I'm not gonna throw the baby out with the bath-water - or rather, I'm not gonna chuck myself on the bonfire with those leaves, twigs, etc.
                This speaks to me, not of burning one's poems, but stoking up a fire in our minds maybe, if we've become dry, as in writers block.
                KP will have to wait. I can't feed her boiled leaves and twigs for supper as I need them for me bonfire! lol.

                • sorenbarrett

                  Thanks Orchi you got it my friend. Just one spark will do to burn up the writer's block. I appreciate the read and comment

                • Kevin Hulme

                  A fine Poem on the Writing Process. Enjoyed.

                  • sorenbarrett

                    Thank you very much Kevin for the read and kind words of encouragement

                  • Tristan Robert Lange

                    Soren, this is the art within the art…a poem about the breath that keeps poetry alive. Tender, elemental, and quietly brilliant. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️

                    • sorenbarrett

                      Thank you my friend for the read and kind words they are as always appreciated and most valued

                      • Tristan Robert Lange

                        You are most welcome, Soren.

                      • Goldfinch60

                        The light will always come back soren.

                        Andy

                        • sorenbarrett

                          Thank you Gold yes it always raises in the east at regular intervals. I appreciate your review and words of hope.

                        • NafisaSB

                          I hope you never suffer from writer’s block; but continue to write and share some beautiful poems 👍

                          • sorenbarrett

                            I have it intermittently but it goes as quickly as it comes. I have a large pile of rubbish that I sort through on such occasions. Thank you for the kind wishes and for your review and encouragement.

                            • NafisaSB

                              i had /have thoughts penned down - just one or two lines - yet to get time and energy to sit and follow up, so can empathize, and wish you all the best always...

                              • sorenbarrett

                                Thank you

                              • Teddy.15

                                Your spark never fades dear sorrenbarret 🌹

                                • sorenbarrett

                                  Thank you Teddy you are too kind. Appreciate the read my friend



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