Monday, May 27, 2013

a stuck poem

the poem
     small as it is
bounced and skittered
off the b-string
plink

now it rattles
like a lost pick
sound hole deep

18 comments:

  1. This is perfect. I love it! Rattling like a lost pick - good one! My sister is just back from Newfoundland where she says all men have sheds where they go to drink and play guitar. Does the Tired Monk have a shed, Ollie?

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  2. I have a few stuck poems - I think they're rattling around in a saucepan under the cupboard.

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  3. ha. i know that sounds...and hey as long as its still making music and not stuck dead and lifeless you are fine...smiles.

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  4. I relate to this - wonderfully expressed!

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  5. I have known some of those bouncing and skittering poems as well. Smiles.

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  6. was nice to appreciate the music of your words again...smiles. happy sunday

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  7. It isn't always often or easily done, that very few words can convey so much. You have acheived that here. I can see and hear your poem.

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  8. Some poems are like that! Then they show up unexpectedly --I've even found a few stuck in the washing machine! Great poem!Wherein The Muse's Vehicle Goes Into the Shop for Repairs

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  9. this happens to me with words all the time... I often blame it on MS, but you know, sometimes thoughts, poems, words, just slip and go plink because that is where they are going.

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  10. we feel thus stuck at times.but the good this is, that the phase passes.and the first creation that comes after this unwanted break, brings sheer relief.

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  11. Oh I know the feeling--let it stay and plink along for a while--it'll make its way out--smiles to you!

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  12. I love this. It is such a tangible piece!

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  13. I hate when the pick gets stuck in there and no matter how much shaking you do, it won't come out. Keep a few spares for moments like these I guess??

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  14. It has a way of righting itself. It'll find its way out eventually! Nicely Brother Ollie!

    Hank

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  15. Brilliant imagery. Loved this.

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