pen on paper

i stare
at the
blank page
like so many others before
my thoughts
trying
to select a spokesman
a pen on paper
a doodled circle
the thing is
sometimes
it feels like
the words
i write
i do it
just to get them
out of the way
of
the words
i want
to say
to you
i want
like so many others before
to come up with
wonderful phrases
so
painfully
clever
and apt
i try to
arrive
at the perfect wording
i try to achieve
it
and
then
you
you tell me i’m already there
and
then
i
i put pen back to paper
because
i
want to explain
that feeling
too

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6 Responses

  1. doniree says:

    sometimes it’s just as fun to bask in a feeling than try to explain it.

  2. floreta says:

    you’ve got a cool blog and i like your poetry :) i relate to this piece.

  3. Gemma Louise says:

    I love your blog, because when you write poetry. i go ‘wooahhhh’ and to be honest, your writing is a total mind fuck. – in a good way!

  4. Amanda says:

    This reminds me of my favorite Robert Creeley poem – only not as sad.

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