Re: Mark's Poems & Prose
Originally Posted by Jem
As you probably know Mark I know little of poetry and am in no position to praise or criticise, however I do know a little about spasms of creativity, grab them when they come. keep the flow going, you're flying high at the top of your game and nows the time to create, that gold vein won't last, suddenly the big bang comes and then poets block sets in, you may lose the gift for all time, reducing you to a flustrated gibbering heap of a poet riveted to the same spot without a hope of ever achieving that beautiful level again.
Yes, you are very right in what you say. So here is a poem what highlights the problem alluded to above.
Title: Writers block - or booze block
I gots up this morning without hardly a thought in my head
In fact I can remember little from hours before going to bed
My stomach feels awful and what is that smell - something dead?
Oh thank goodness for that - just 3 week old tuna in some mouldy bread
Putting pen to paper ain't gonna happen today - no way
My booze ridden head has shut down for the day
Why do I squander this god given gift?
If other poets knew it would cause such a rift
Destroying my creative brain cells makes others go cold
And I don't think I have that many left so I am told
It has always been this way with me
To take things for granted - everything appears easy you see
I was born with so much skill it is quite silly
But to the table it is arrogance I bring
People shout at me and my ears they sure do ring
Sorry but that has alway been my way
Oh my head sure hurts today