Writer's Block Redux aka Drawing Another Blankety-blank

Dammit, 

I remember

I used to sit

In front of a blank

Piece of paper, trying

To write.

Now I sit

In front of a monitor,

Trying to remember

What it was like.

Right As Acid Rain

Why is it

Our heavenly father tells us

Unrighteous reign shall fall

When wry Mother Earth reminds us

That’s not right at all.

 

 

Huuklyeand Cinquor on Revisionist Poetics

Comrade versifier,

Profess though you may

To being a revolutionary

Poet, pray leave that propaganda

For Our Party’s inner sanctum;

As for the holy masses you exalt

Every day, they want to know just

How much blood must be spilled

Before your verses blot it away.

Moderator’s comments: Were he still alive, I’m sure the illustrious, ill-fated  Mayakovsky would agree. 

Perseverance As a Vehicle for Poetry

All this waiting for inspiration—

Sheer boredom for headstrong tyros,

I tell you. At breakneck speed they keep

Veering off the main branch

And over the nearest cliff in hot pursuit

Of a breathtaking view.

Left in the lurch, we

Older lemmings have to play it cool,

Idling on the edge

Steady as she goes, simply

Hanging in there,

Taking in the view.

Lament

If I had still one more everlasting

Song to sing, which one would sing

Of loss and for how long after

Would one cease to sing?