on being pulled back

arqios

 

I’m not sure why

it happens this way—

the tug, the nudge,

the quiet little

well, go on then

that shows up

when I’m trying

to do anything else.

 

Maybe

you know that feeling too:

the poem clearing its throat

in the next room,

waiting for me

to stop pretending

I don’t hear it.

 

And honestly,

I’ve tried ignoring it.

I’ve tried saying

not now, or I’m tired,

or let someone else write you today.

But that never works.
It only sits heavier.

So here I am again,

pen in hand,

wondering if this

is discipline or surrender

or just the strange duty

of being the one

the words keep choosing.

 

I tell myself I could refuse—

that nothing terrible would happen— but even as I say it,

I know it isn’t true.

Something in me off kilter,

slightly off its hinge.

So I write.

Not because I’m wise,

or ready,

or even particularly inspired,

but because the moment arrived

and looked at me as if

I were the only door

it knew how to knock on.

And who am I

to leave it standing outside.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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  • sorenbarrett

    The plague of a poet a leaky vessel that is always dripping. Some don't want to get their hands dirty handling it. A great write my friend with which I can identify.

    • arqios

      All hands on deck! 🕊️🙏🏻

      • sorenbarrett

        Aye aye captain

      • Friendship

        Your poem revolves around the internal struggle of a writer or poet who feels compelled to write despite their reluctance or distractions. The poet explores the tension between creative inspiration and the everyday distractions that hinder the writing process.

        • arqios

          Such is life! Thanks, Friendship 🙏🏻🕊️

          • Friendship

            You're so welcome, my friend,

          • Paul Bell

            I myself have stopped getting up at four in the morning because I know I won't remember it in the morning.
            I have hired an AI robot to monitor my 4am thoughts and write them down now.
            So far the shopping list has got out of hand and the milkman has stopped delivering.
            Happy new year to you.

            • arqios

              What a crazy turn of events. This year is gonna be so filled it seems🕊️🙏🏻

            • lunarchloedip

              can really relate to this! the poem comes knocking and refuses to be ignored. thank you for sharing!

              • arqios

                Thanks lunarchloedip 🕊️🙏🏻

              • Neville


                Yep, been there, done that & worn the umpteenth tee shirt out .. some forces have the capacity to both compel and constrain, don't they .. Neville 😎👍

                • arqios

                  And that word: “constrain!” Do they ever🕊️🙏🏻

                • orchidee

                  Good write A.

                  • arqios

                    Thanks O🕊️🙏🏻

                  • Katie B.

                    Love it!!

                    • arqios

                      Why, thank you ever so kindly, Katie B 🕊️🙏🏻

                    • Tristan Robert Lange

                      My friend, this poem understands the cost of listening. The words don’t arrive as inspiration so much as obligation, and the ending lands with a quiet inevitability. You weren’t chosen because you were ready…you were ready because you answered. Beautiful work. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦‍⬛

                      • arqios

                        Awesome pick up there, Tittu🕊️🙏🏻

                      • Goldfinch60

                        We all have those moments when our mind is taken elsewhere Rik and we must just accept it as some of those moments can take us to a wonderful place in our life.

                        Andy



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