POETIC LICENSE

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    When the words just won't come, sometimes there's a missed connection.

    POETIC LICENSE

    Pen in hand.
    White sheet of paper.
    Words that just won't come.
    Stare at blank page
    willing thoughts to flow
    until disgust embeds itself
    and paper becomes trash.
    Turn on computer.
    Fingers perched on keyboard.
    Words still won't come.
    Stare at blank screen
    in vain attempt
    to force thoughts into action
    until exhaustion embeds itself
    and plug is pulled.

    Pen in hand.
    White sheet of paper.
    Begin to feel connection
    between page and poem.
    Hand moves easily and swiftly
    scribbing words phrases.
    Scratch some out. Try others.
    Nothing rhymes. That's okay.
    Paper becomes filled
    with poetic rambling
    and finally realize
    there's no need for poetic license
    to drive pen across page.

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    Tyme commented on POETIC LICENSE

    04-12-2011

    LOL! love the last lines! You're write, poetry is about freeing the spirit huh? Right on man!

    sherlock139

    04/12/2011

    Thank you for your kind words.

    rootsandwings commented on POETIC LICENSE

    03-29-2011

    It is so cool how you decribe that process that every writer goes through. The frustration, the need to fill that blank space can't be forced it is just something that flows freely like some extension of self that thinks and feels on a subconcious level.

    sherlock139

    03/30/2011

    Thankyou for your kind words.

    MissIntelligent commented on POETIC LICENSE

    03-29-2011

    wow so true Sherlock. when we force words or try to will them to come it doesn't work. only when we relax and let poetry flow through us and the paper become an extension of our body does poetry really take form

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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