Is That my Work?

Posted on March 8, 2012 | 10 Comments

Today the words come free and easy
Tomorrow I’ll forget what I wrote
It’s scary to think I’ll never know
What’s in that castle, surrounded by that moat?

Comments come and I have to go back
To read the piece that was part of my heart
What’s the answer why this is happening?
That I have to go back to the very start

Ease my fears and say I’m not alone
This anxiety never goes away
Should I accept this as it is now?
Is there anything else left to say?

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10 responses to “Is That my Work?”

contemplativemoorings | March 9, 2012 at 11:42 PM | Reply

You’re preachin’ to the choir here…boy, I tell ya…

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- booguloo | March 10, 2012 at 5:54 AM | Reply
  
  Good I’m not alone. smiles
  
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Jack | March 11, 2012 at 2:11 PM | Reply

“This anxiety never goes away”

I relate. Very much so.

“Should I accept this as it is now?”

This question can apply to a multitude of things. Great depth.

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- booguloo | March 11, 2012 at 5:02 PM | Reply
  
  Thanks for including a couple of the lines so I didn’t have to go back and read it!! smiles…
  
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madhumakhi | March 11, 2012 at 7:20 PM | Reply

Accept the anxiety as it is now. Even we are like you. Even we have days when poems spill out in a stroke of inspiration and days when we have to give up in frustration. I love the metaphor of the castle. Really good poem.

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- booguloo | March 11, 2012 at 8:00 PM | Reply
  
  Thanks for the input. I think we all need a certain amount of reassurance from our peers. I believe a lot of us are the madmen(people) alone on top of the mountain trying to get our messages listened to.
  
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Rhyme Me a Smile | March 12, 2012 at 9:03 AM | Reply

LOL. Someone asked me a few weeks back to tell them some of my poetry, aka spontaneously recite it. My mind was TOTALLY blank. I also have multiple note books that I write down random ideas in. Often when I go back, I have no recollection of where the idea came from. Too many ideas. So little time.

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- booguloo | March 12, 2012 at 9:50 AM | Reply
  
  I can see that happening. All my notes are in the computer.
  
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Paul Andrew Russell | March 12, 2012 at 1:17 PM | Reply

When I was a kid, Michael, I was used as the family’s phone directory as I had an amazing ability to remember all kinds of numbers. Alas, now I have to write stuff down or it’s lost in that ocean where people our age lose their thoughts. 🙂 I couldn’t recite a single one of my poems without it being there in front of me.

Nice piece of writing.

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- booguloo | March 12, 2012 at 2:39 PM | Reply
  
  Thanks for the info and for every ones input. I don’t feel… I don’t feel… Oh hell. Forget it.
  
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