Empty notebook
Pen in hand
Thinking hard
But the river’s dammed
Spent all day
Trying to write
But nothing’s flowing
No words in sight
Put down the notebook
Put down the pen
I’ll get some sleep
Then try again
Head hits the pillow
Off goes the light
Now come the words
Piercingly bright
Prick like needles
Weaving threads
Of conjured poesy
They fill my head
With rhyme and rhythm
And perfect verse
That I’ll never remember
It’s the writer’s curse
My laptop has died. Any purchase of my book would help put me in a position where I could replace it.
Or Buy Me a Coffee and we’ll be bestest buddies forever
Every writer’s curse so aptly put.
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Thank you. š
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You are most welcome.
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Ha! Recorder or pen and paper by the bed can work wonders to dispel that curse. Love your poem, though. My thoughts like that occur while driving, and I don’t follow my own advice.
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I try to make a point now of making sure I note down every line that forms in my head. But when I’m on the cusp of sleep,, I just think “I’ll just have to remember to write that down in the morning.” And then, of course, it’s gone.
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It isn’t really, Matt. If you can, try writing the minute you get up and just keep writing, stream of consciousness. I am just now publishing a rhymed children’s story book that came to me all at one time from a line I remembered upon awakening. At other times, those thoughts go into your subconscious mind where they lie waiting for you. I once had what seemed to be a memory of a past life during a period wherein I was hypnotised. I said to my hypnotist, “How do I know it wasn’t just my imagination?” Her reply,” Of course it was your imagination. What do you think your imagination is?” I’ve never forgotten that.
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Waking up, for me, takes at least two hours and a lot of coffee. This piece was written at about half 9 this morning though, as a result of unsuccessfully trying to remember the verses that came to me last night. No doubt they will return at some point, but in the meantime it’s frustrating.
And hey, it led to me writing this, so it’s not all bad š
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Absolutely. You demonstrate my point! Try writing in that foggy two hours. You might be surprised. Don’t try to remember. Just write whatever comes. Those first foggy non-thoughts are attached to something you might enjoy hearing.
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awww this is my story, happens to me so often.. darn …well written š
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Thank you š
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This happens so often! I really love this one. Beautiful
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Thanks š
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Can’t count the times this has happened to me. Where I’ll get a wave of inspiration, at an inopportune time, and sigh in frustration because I know I can’t sit down to write it all out. Great job expressing that frustration.
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The best ideas and inspiration always come at the worst times š¢
Except for this, obviously š
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Lol, obviously. Thanks for sharing. š
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