Unsure attributions and collected small plagiarisms
pepper my musings more often these days,
poorly ordered and tied in such an un-gordian knot
children of this modern Babylon can undue it,
threadbare and banal along its unneeded length.
Fresh inspiration has gone exploring elsewhere,
trite edges its way between adjectives
worn from repetition, struggling to describe.
Cliché waltzes in with its white Stetson hat,
sometimes grammar is asleep in her chair.
Original stands on the road with its thumb out
as clever drives by without noticing.
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Author:
Dan Williams (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Usual complaints.
- Category: Reflection
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Love this gramatical cornucopia pouring from the horn of plenty. Grama gramar a comma in a coma. Quotation marks her period with an asterisk, questions Mark what parentheses parent. Excuse the ramble such things are just fun. A fave
Well written. Your poem revolves around the struggle of creativity in a world saturated with clichés and plagiarism. It reflects on the challenges faced by writers and artists in finding original ideas amidst a sea of overused expressions and tired tropes. Yet the poet seems to be feeling a sense of frustration and disillusionment with the creative process, as well as a longing for genuine inspiration in a modern context that feels uninspired and formulaic.
It’s a tough gig and only getting tougher 🙏🏻🕊️
Dan, this feels weary in an honest way. Not defeated…just awake to the struggle of trying to say something true when language itself feels tired. That recognition lands hard. Well done, and Happy New Year to you, my friend! 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
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