it's a write 30 poems in 30 days challenge

effing poets...


30/30 challenge: day 2

lately i find inspiration to be a fruit out of season
sitting
staring blankly at blank pages
blank mind coming up with blank lines
and i blank out until i'm screaming blankity blank blank
profanities at a keyboard staring back at me blankly
as if to say "fuck man... it's not my fault..."
"you can't find enough in the shards of yourself to collect together into something worthwhile."
"you're seemingly unable ability to birth something beautiful is courtesy of your nightfulls of fleeing from that which consumes your every fiber of being."
it spits at me: "coward..."
and sits upon the roll-out shelf of my desk mocking me
so i crack my knuckles
light another cigarette
and approach it like a gunfight
in which i'm the sheriff of this here town
and me and the folks, well, we've had enough of your attitude 'round these parts
firing off, line after line, every bit of myself i have left to give
writing as if by each page that i fill
every sentence that i spill
every single syllabic utternce that i will into existence
i've fulfilled some seminal part of myself and so i bring this
to as many people as there is attention span to spare
as there is spare singles of focus to give to those who would bare every wound inflicted
every problem, issue, development or change that did this to us
and we have nothing but ourselves, but without a voice at all our generation is left
without resonance
so, if out of self-aggrandizing pride or benevolence,
speak as if your breath was meant for nothing but this







Poetry by David W Durney
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Written on 2009-04-18 at 08:30

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I loved the way you forced the muse in this effing poets challenge David! It made me smile and I can't imagine writers block right now, seven years and still pouring the damned from my soul!lol Happy belated easter to you.

Great read, although I have a pet hate about the 'i', it should be I, standing tall.

Smiling at you

Tai
2009-04-18


John Lambremont, Sr.
Nice expression of a poet's anxiety and desires, but needs a bit of seasoning like that provided in the first line.

I too try to write at least one poem every day, and by doing so, one pushes or reaches the level of mediocrity or even crap. It helps to externalize; don't try to write all the time about your deepest inner feelings; look around to observe things that make you react, and write about how that makes you feel, even if the feeling is superficial or transitory.

I wrote my first acrostic poem some months ago in the state you describe and as an expression of same; the result was that I was taken down a side road that led to my writing 75-plus acrostic poems; in fact, my next book will be all acrostics.
So don't be afraid to try something new or foreign. The Editors Challenges on here are very good for that; I really like them.


Here's that first acrostic poem I mentioned above:




A big blank


Whether 'tis noble
right or wrong
it is your lot
to play your song
ever your hands
reach for the notes, yet
silence results

But you press on and
look with unease
only today you
can't find the
keys




Just keep writing, David...
2009-04-18


Rob Graber
Very enjoyable outburst against writer's block; lines 15-20 offer a wonderful simile!
2009-04-18