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Showing posts with label writing. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Flirting with Inspiration

Pen by Anna Langova

A poem is playing 
At the edges of my mind, 
A metered temptress enticing me 
With come-hither rhymes
And innuendos of alliteration 
That never quite spring to life.

Thursday, April 11, 2013

In Case of Writer’s Block, Break This Poem

Word Help by Anna Langova


I collect words,
abandoned syllables
of overheard conversations
tucked away for a rainy day,
stashing “itinerant” and “furtive”
in empty pickle jars in the pantry,
“mercurial” carefully folded and slid
between boxes of winter clothes
in the top of my closet
next to “pedantic” and “demeanor,”
“serendipity” carried in my pockets
until threadbare and tatty,
files and notebooks overflowing until the day
I recycle those collected words into poetry,
something to touch the dreams of another’s soul
by exposing my own.


Written for the Poetic Asides Poem a Day Challenge Day 11 prompt, to write a poem with “In Case of (blank)” as the title.  Also written for the prompt from Poetry Jam asking about the contents of our pockets.

Saturday, October 6, 2012

Junkie Poetics

Salvia by Ben Kokolas


poetry burns in my blood,
strengthening me
as I forge meaning 
from words and lines,
a luscious roll
through syntax 
and 
connotation,
an addiction I can never
walk away from
having surrendered fully
to the insanity;
but let those words 
linger unsaid in my mind 
and I shake 
in uncontrolled withdrawal,
a fraud revealed 
for all to see,
a trespasser 
into the world 
of the artist,
a shell of a writer
frantically counting
syllables on my fingers
while
muttering incoherently
of iambic pentameter,
begging for 
just one more verse,
one more fix.


~~~  This poem was written in response to a prompt from Poetry Jam asking us to write about a love/hate relationship.

Friday, September 14, 2012

Bottlenecked Inspiration

Pen by Anna Langova


some days the hardest part
of writing is forcing
ideas fermenting
in my brain
past the
bottle-
neck
of 
un-
certainty
into my pen
and onto my paper
to share with the world.


~~~ This poem was written for a prompt from Imaginary Garden with Real Toads asking us to use the word “bottleneck.”