this is the poem i didn’t write.
it put me on a collision course with all the stones i threw.
it pushed me within inches of the blue part of the flame.
it made me hold my gaze so long my eyes burned.
it tied me to the tracks and walked slowly away.
it cut my anchor and left me drifting from the shore.
it opened the door and locked it as i passed through.
it cringed when i sang out of key.
it left me stranded on this page because you were afraid to acknowledge it.
it whispered in my ear all the ways the pain would go away.
it thundered around in my head not letting me sleep.
it clinched my jaw so tight it ached for days.
it held me under the waves until i quit struggling.
it confused my mind with a race track of thoughts.
it hummed in my ears at a deafening silence.
it filled my pen with angry words and sneered when i couldn’t let them out.
it laughed when the words went astray.
it proudly held up another rejection note.
it jarred me awake just so i wouldn’t remember.
it convinced me that breathing was bad.
it gave a fleeting thought all the power.
it lied and said there’s no room for any space between.
it told me you read it.
it pushed dysfunction to the front of my head.
it made me look ridiculous for pressing publish.
it promised it would all be clean slated.
it yelled when i tried to start over.
it ripped out my heart and wiped it on this page.
it cursed me with a year of silence.
it jumped from the highest cliff to the jagged rocks below.
it smiled at me from the murky bottom.
it complicated the words i wanted to say.
it dared to think i wasn’t strong enough.
it quivered when i said “fuck what you think”.
it shook in fear at my determination.
it laid prostrate long enough to write it down.
this is the poem i didn’t write.
Awesome poem I feel like that myself..
Debbie
Thank you Debbie! I’m so enjoying finding you here.
whew…what a birthing process this poem went through…some really nice capture of the contrasting emotions as well…nicely writ…
Thank you Brian — high praise from you!
smiles…well deserved…swinging back through for OLN….
Thank you!
This is amazing for a poem you didn’t write
*hugs*
Ha! Thank you — hugs back to you.
That’s right, make is shake, Baby!
Awesome!
Ha! Booyah!
Thank you Terri.
I hear a lot of familiar struggles in this and share the life-giving necessity of writing with you. Thank you for visiting and for writing.
I’m so appreciative of your comment here. Thank you.
Yes all of this is true , but u have 2 admit it made u want 2 say something in spite of it too. The power of a controversial thing brings out so many things ! I know it did 4 me. Thanx 4 sharing ur take on this. Made me think about the strength behind contrast as a force to create friction and the spark to something new.
WJJ
Thank you so much. Sometimes writing is a struggle but so is life, so writing the truths about a life, I think, can be a source of strength and inspiration — despite the struggle.
This poem had more good ideas in it than most writers have in a year. This was massive and pow!erful – so lived this. Will read more of your work now.
Heart still pounding from first reading, thanks Mosk
I’m completely humbled by this response, thank you so much.
raining verbs there, powerful..
you truly rocked on putting these together.
Thank you so much my friend, I miss you when you’re not here!
i like the way you stood up to this one, sometimes you really have to fight to get them down on the page… clearly, you won the battle!
Ha! This time… maybe. Just taking your lead!
you never said when you didn’t write it.
haunting suppleness
Ha! You nut… let’s see, I didn’t write it all last week.
I need to look at this poem you didn’t write every morning when I’m staring at the page conjuring up a hundred reasons why i shouldn’t write. Very inspirational.
Never find ANY reasons why you shouldn’t write… I read you.
Thank you for this.
I think we all feel some of this at some point in time. Glad you finally got it out and published!
They sure can run us through the mill at times, words, can’t they!
Yes, they can… those silly little words that can leave us curled up in the fetal position too many times.
Thank you!
So many thoughts, so many feelings before we can finally let something out and let it live–at least that is what this poem said to me today–great write!
Thank you!
I love it when something I write says something to anyone — and yes, letting them out… that’s me.
For a poem your didn’t write it was sure out of sight. Hmmm I guess if you didn’t write it, it would be out of sight right? Now I’m confusing myself once more at your shore. Look what you do to the poor rhyming cat..lol
Ha!
I want you to come here all the time so I can read your comments!
But I’ll settle for reading your poems on your blog!
I was so scared to read this ~ I do not admit to people, that I even think of this particular guy — I still LOVE. I do not want to go back – I recognize, I even Honour — for real, the lessons I was meant to and am still learning – the hold is not as strong / it is still there.
Becky, with your words you drag these feelings out by the roots and Our Darling, that is what is needed. I must face this Fear and go through the fire.
Your words are that powerful. I appreciate – I suspect that I could say, We Appreciate more than you will ever know what you bring forth , helping us. as we give some of these shit baskets back, recognize what is truly driving this wrenching pain, own our parts -and choose to sit with the deepest pain.
Huge.
Never doubt that you are wonderful . Honour your intuition and please keep pushing that publish button.
I love you. xo
Jo Jo Jo… you leave me breathless with your comments.
I hope I’m half the person you are so gracious in telling me I am.
Thank you for all you give — you really lift me up when I need lifting.
Likin this a lot –”it convinced me that breathing was bad.” Just too many great lines, one after the other. Fine poem of angst and I think, just a tad bit of triumph.
Thank you so much!
That is a thrilling compliment coming from you!
I can definitely relate… I really enjoyed this, Becky!
Thank you Laurie!
Always better to put aside worrying about what others think. Good job…
Yes… but very difficult too. A lesson I’m still trying to learn and master.
Thank you for your presense here!
For something that never happened…this pulls in all the dynamics that affect us. I guess the words come from everywhere, and most of the time, it ain’t easy. You’ve captured that here very well and also shown how all the impediments are overcome. I enjoyed this.
Thank you. I often think, for me, writing the words down helps me actually believe some of the things I’m trying to say… if that makes sense.
oh my…i’m glad you wrote it…these words can terrorize if we don’t write ‘em down…smiles
Thank you Claudia!
Writing them down is sometimes the only way.
this is exactly why you are my Super Hero, b! this is, i think, your best poem to-date {because i know you’re going to continue to outdo yourself.}
your power runs through the words, line-by-line, a palpable electric current that sparks at every obstacle but never stops…. this IS you! life is not easy, sometimes the road veers off in a different direction, but you ALWAYS keep going, keep listening, keep watching, keep learning, keep hoping….then put it into words which inspire us to try to do the same.
THIS is why you are my favorite writer! THIS is why you can call yourself a poet! THIS is why you are my Super Hero!
stunning!
♥
Oh Dani… again, you’re way too nice to me.
I so appreciate your comments and those rose colored glasses you’re wearing!
Thank you my friend.
CLEAR lenses, dear! ♥
Nut.
Oh I think you wrote it…
Ha! Big smile, thank you.
An awesome write!
Thank you so much. I’m touched by your comment.