I Cannot Write Poetry

Sarah_and_Elizabeth

I don't know.

I cannot write poetry. 

The words, themselves, don't know how to wind out. 

As I spill from inside to out with ink,

made of thoughts,

with quill made of will, I push. 

I pull theese thoughts out from some dried up well. 

I shake up ink from the bottom of someplace.

I cannot.

I Don't know where they come from.

  • Author: Sarah_and_Elizabeth (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 15th, 2016 19:51
  • Comment from author about the poem: A flicker of fancy expressing my feelings toward the creative process.
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 23
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Comments2

  • iceman43

    You can write poetry.
    The well isn't dry and the words come out just fine. I think you already know you can't force it. When it comes to you it will flow.

    • Sarah_and_Elizabeth

      Very true, but sometimes a poem procrastinates and inspiration is shy. Sometimes it is up to me to shake it loose and will her free! Sometimes I must ask inspiration, kindly, to flow for me!

    • mark anthony cotterman

      wonderfully written and love the title!

      • Sarah_and_Elizabeth

        Thankyou! My thoughts are usually willy nilly. I am attempting to give them some structure. If I post anything else, please feel free to leave comments and critiques!

        • mark anthony cotterman

          well i happen to love willy and sometimes nilly...when nilly is good 🙂 shall read anything you write...maybe send me a notice when you do.

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