Re: National Poetry Month Celebration 2019 - Post Poems Here!
Posted: Tue Apr 16, 2019 12:11 pm
Early Spring chores demand attention
and my muse is taking vacation -
perhaps there may be a connection
Day 16
Urge To Write
(I wrote this whilst in the midst of a writing deluge, my muse finally stepping forward out of the dungeon, allowed the light of day - a huge cathartic explosion from decades of witnessing and concealing, suppressing, self-destructive behavior of a most dear loved one. I finally could take it no more and with the help of my muse deemed that person "Dead To Me", one of many poem/songs written in a very short period of time.
Anyway, I wrote this to try to get a grip on all that writing that simply had to happen.
I share it now, with you... and I apologize for any sensibilities I may offend.)
Like Willie Nelson says
when he writes
it's cause its just gotta get out
it might be a brain fart
but it's just got to get out
when I need to write
it starts out
like it's all backed up
all stuck and bound up
like brain constipation
a shut down of the cranial-thought tract
stopping all easy thinking
yet
demanding
insisting
commanding
to be released
excreted
after much pain
and dread
what is puked out
comes out
in a diarrhea rush
that splashes
on the page
raw emotion
and feeling
not very complicated
far from refined
just simple stuff
a brain system flush
from the gut
thru the hand
onto paper
a core dump
I leave the intricate
sculpted stuff
to the Van Gogh's
who must cut off
their own
ears
to colorfully elicit
artistic magnificence
I'll just continue
yo pull my pudd
and let the sputum
splatter willie nilly
how and where
it may
Feb 24, 2013
and my muse is taking vacation -
perhaps there may be a connection
Day 16
Urge To Write
(I wrote this whilst in the midst of a writing deluge, my muse finally stepping forward out of the dungeon, allowed the light of day - a huge cathartic explosion from decades of witnessing and concealing, suppressing, self-destructive behavior of a most dear loved one. I finally could take it no more and with the help of my muse deemed that person "Dead To Me", one of many poem/songs written in a very short period of time.
Anyway, I wrote this to try to get a grip on all that writing that simply had to happen.
I share it now, with you... and I apologize for any sensibilities I may offend.)
Like Willie Nelson says
when he writes
it's cause its just gotta get out
it might be a brain fart
but it's just got to get out
when I need to write
it starts out
like it's all backed up
all stuck and bound up
like brain constipation
a shut down of the cranial-thought tract
stopping all easy thinking
yet
demanding
insisting
commanding
to be released
excreted
after much pain
and dread
what is puked out
comes out
in a diarrhea rush
that splashes
on the page
raw emotion
and feeling
not very complicated
far from refined
just simple stuff
a brain system flush
from the gut
thru the hand
onto paper
a core dump
I leave the intricate
sculpted stuff
to the Van Gogh's
who must cut off
their own
ears
to colorfully elicit
artistic magnificence
I'll just continue
yo pull my pudd
and let the sputum
splatter willie nilly
how and where
it may
Feb 24, 2013