Sometimes thought is gale-grim and harsh
Brooding like winter where the marsh
Reed-studded, stiff and brittle-cold
Waits for kisses, gilt-green and gold
Sometimes thought torments, lonely-blue
Its Want a freight-train roaring through
Flesh and blood waste-land; stone-faced snake
Heaving where onyx oceans ache
Sometimes thought has no words to speak
Its utterance a tear-traced cheek
Laughter and love and longing meld
In groans of poetry withheld
But oh, sometimes thought is a pen
Warm and word-willing minstrel, then
The heart forgives those mind-respites
And holds the hand that writes and writes
© Janet Martin
Sometimes, no matter how hard we try, the ‘write’ words are
withheld…
Sometimes to write the right words is war waged within.
Writing requires talent and discipline and unyielding relentlessness, but it requires courage most of all. Bill Coffey
Sometimes thought has no words to speak
ReplyDeleteIts utterance a tear-traced cheek
Laughter and love and longing meld
In groans of poetry withheld
My favorite part.
I have to admit its the stanza that saved the poem, for me. I started writing it then got interrupted which is okay:) but sometimes its hard to get the rhythm back when i return.
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