Insecure writer me
How on earth came this to be?
In days before this passion came
My writing ne’er appear so lame.
So tell me please why now mere words
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| Jay Hilgert
And now your turn. Some poetry to express yourself?
I think we should have an Insecure Writer Poetry Contest
with prizes, of course.
Your thoughts? Gemme some words before they fly away.
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Flit past my brain like agile birds,
Not lighting on the page the way
I’d planned they’d perch and there to stay.
Instead these feathered shadows fly
Before the ink I can apply.
Poetry? I could do that
but I probably won't.
Just like I won't be going to bat
Cause when I try to hit the ball I don't.
Uh, that made little sense so I guess I'll stick to prose.
Lee
Wrote By Rote
Over the lips and through the gums… Oh wait, I'm plagiarizing. I'll just keep reading your cool poem over and over.
Nice! I do love poetry but rarely write it anymore. It can express so many moods so well! 🙂
Lee, your wonderful poem has inspired many! I think you're on to something! Julie
I solve that with pencils and post-it notes in every room of the house. (kidding) Nice poem. Great post! 🙂
IWSG #179 (At least until Alex culls the list again. :P)
What a unique way to post. I'm not very good at writing poetry. I hate it when thoughts fly away. Dreams too. I wake up with amazing thoughts only to have them fade after a minute or two.
Whoa! I'm in the company of some stiff poetry competition here. Great poems and some super thoughts. Thanks!
The last two lines really hit home for me…I have to jot notes the second they flit into my brain because otherwise I forget the awesome idea–no matter how awesome it is.
With competition such as this
I'm afraid
My humble poem would go amiss.
Loved your poem!
Oh, really fantastic, Lee. I love poetry, how the words are weaved together so effortlessly, so lyrical. Only wish I could write so well. 🙂
It seems like months now I've been stuck
in long rewrites and query muck.
I need a hero from film or book
To take me from my pc nook,
Not for a tryst like Shades of Gray.
I just need a lift to the Agent Highway.
Well, the meter is off, but it was fun to write! 🙂
I'm not a poet,
but that was great!
Good luck with your writing.
I'm turning in, it's late!
I've had ideas leave me before I can write them down, or I have an idea and it doesn't look like it should on paper.
I have some old poems about writerly angst.
Dang you guys are good. Follies Tamales! DMS I might have known you'd find a rhyme!
MPax is right on.
Catherine, you are always amazing me.
Ciara, I should stay out of this genre, too, but I've never been very schmart.
I'm so not going to attempt poetry. I've never written it. Well, excluding the angsty teen stuff. 🙂
My sequel oozes out of me,
like red blood from the Fireseed tree.
When the words come out to play, what magic will become this day?
Stephanie swears that I think in rhyme- lol!
@ Alex Cavanaugh- You could have quite the flippant Follies all about your hot tamales : )
Great post, fun, fun, fun : ) ~ Jess
http://thesecretdmsfilesoffairdaymorrow.blogspot.com
Why is there never enough time
when under the gun of a deadline?
How's that?
Poetry? Crap, what rhymes with Hot Tamales?
You are a canine poet, Buddy. I admire your work and in a contest, you'd win, hands down!
Here's a doggie biscuit.
I just write dog poems. Here's the first one I ever tried:
There once was a dog from Nantucket
Who gobbled his food by the bucket.
He often fell ill
From the copious swill
And then he would have to upchuck it.
When I showed this to my BFF Mike, he said it was okay but that it lacked soul. So I decided to face my past as a stray (it was agony!) and came up with this:
RAIN
Sleeping in the rain
Is a pain
In the butt
For a mutt
With little choice.
An angry voice
Assaults my ear:
"Hey, you, get outta here!
Too bad you're all wet–
Now get
Your stinky hide outta my front yard!
I know life's hard.
It's a bitch–no offense."
(None taken.)
I awaken
Somewhat shaken
And struggle to my feet,
Then head for a place across the street
Where the rain-soaked grass looks just as green
And hopefully the humans are a little less mean.
As I slink down the long and winding drive,
To show my friend that I'm still alive,
I decide to leave a gift–I squat for a minute.
Maybe tomorrow he'll step right in it.
Lovely! I can see there are poets and those who appreciate it among us Insecure Folk.
I can't write poetry for the life of me, so instead I'll just ogle at your pretty words 😀
LOL! What a fun poem. Let's see… *ahem*
My words, too, seem to fly away.
I wish I could catch them and make them stay.
Lately they've been butterflies. Frightened off by my children's cries.
Hey! What do you think? 😀
You requested some poetic words and so…
I'll give it a bash—- and here I go…
I enjoyed the smooth and wonderful flow!
Definitely sounds like you're a secure poet – wow!
How lovely. I'm not a natural poet. It requires a lot of work for me. I'm sure if I put my mind to it I could squeeze out some.
THanks for sharing.