I sat down to write,
I wanted to be funny and witty,
tragic and uplifting
but I couldn’t think
of anything to say
and started to feel performance anxiety
like when you can’t get it up
even though you want it so bad.
And if you could
just come up with an idea
like if you could just
get it up for a minute
then once you get going
things start to flow
and you can write
or make love
for hours
or all night
and while you’re performing
you can step a step back
to appraise yourself and say
am I good or what.
But right now
I’m blank,
lame,
limp.
I guess I’ve got
too much on my mind.
Please don’t tell anyone
about this.
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I know that feeling..
But then again, don't we all? It was really goos because it was relatable. Great work!
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A Limp Quill...
...is a feather-duster for sure.
Unless held in the quivering soft palms of a French-maid in sheer stockings and spiked stillettoes bending over to polish your brass poker just as the nubile yet infamously sluttish babysitter arrives two hours earlier than expected while you´re alone at home except for your bisexual secretary who popped in to take some oral dictation and.......
Hang on!! Hang on!! It´s working!! I can feel my stymied urge to wa..write filling me to the brim!! Quick pen and paper - must appease the Muse before I spill my ink!!!
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Ah crap!
Too late. Anyone got a napkin?
splurgGe
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hey gG
thats why i always have a box of tissue paper handy.
dave
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a moment of humility is only health
Dave,
the analogy worked quite well, all things considered. you have shown here yet again that you are only human.
thanx for the insight. i've been in a slum myself lately, as if i've reached the summit of my creative abilities, and can only decent down the backside of the mountain. which is ridiculous because i'm only 19. yes, you have shed a humble light on a problem that every poet faces, even if they aren't man enough to admit it. and don't worry, Dave, my lips are sealed.
best,
Pap
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hey pap
thanks for commenting, most people don't start writing till later in life, so i doubt you've peaked, maybe we need some slump busters.
dave
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Well..You submitting to your writing impotency rather speaks volumes of your writing potency..Brilliant work as always..
Cheery Cheers
Rhythmdivine
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hey rd
thanks for the comments as always.
dave
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i really love your analogy but i feel like you are letting the analogy be the poem instead of the poem with an analogy. I think if you develop the lines more the comparison will seem more subtle without changing the perspective and enhance the read, props for being clever!
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haha. "Please don't tell anyone about this." well dave, i think i've felt like that plenty of times. i call those times brain farts.
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That's even worse...
than writer's constipation. At least with it with enough effort you can force something out. But if you don't have any lead in your pencil you're just out of luck. I guess both situations have a few things in common. Now days you can take a pill to help with either situation. Once you do finally get going you don't want to stop and you don't really feel like talking about either situation with just anyone. Sometimes you just have to do what you can and be satisfied with it. I have to admit your choice of line breaks often throw me a little. -
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hey brian
thanks for commenting, i guess either situation sucks, i re-read the poem, and the line breaks seemed to be broken in the logical places, i don't see who changing them would make it clearer. but that's just my opinion i could be wrong.
dave
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Mums the Word
Okay, I won't tell. I always find the best thing to do when you can't have sex is have sex. That seems to fix things right up. But don't tell anyone! >W< -
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hey john
i agree when you can't have sex, have sex and when you can have sex have sex.
dave
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