"I am hearing poetry when awake, dreaming poetry when asleep, breathing poetry with each breath, I am living in a poem."

Monday, March 17, 2014

Mountain Of Disconnect

I bite my nails at writing rhyme.
My thoughts cannot twist into sounds
that bond and sing on common ground.

My poetry stumbles each time
it draws ink from the excuses
my fear of failure produces.

Taking a pen in hand I climb
the mountain of my disconnect
iced with the whining of protest.

Should poets seek a paradigm
for grumbling inefficiency
they will find it authored by me.

If I am ever going to shine
I must remove the stumbling block
of my damn, self-induced gridlock.

©Susie Clevenger 2014

Kerry at Real Toads had us writing a Constanza poem. 


Sumana Roy said...

hmm...writer's block in such a difficult form....very well written Susie..i think we all could relate to that...

jo-hanna said...

Oh the sorrow of it !
You describe it as if it were a chastity belt :-)
Gotta smile.

Björn said...

Ah.. conform or not... Sometimes I take the approach of found poetry in writing rhymes.. let the rhymes take the story along... trying to massage my own thoughts into form, just doesn't work fully.... but instead takes me on new paths less walked...hmm Free form if I really want to say something important!!!

Kerry O'Connor said...


Well said, Susie, and you do have a very fine point: should we twist our words to suit a rhyme or let them loose to grow organically? Despite your aversion to forms, you have done a fine job here. Very much enjoyed.

Grace said...

Your rhyming verses sing, smiles ~

I find the exercise mentally stimulating actually ~ Just once in a while but not the whole time or else my mind will go into gridlock ~

Kay L. Davies said...

You're halfway out of the gridlock just by writing this, Susie.
Hugs, K

Hannah said...

This makes me smile and grimace as I understand, totally my friendly toad ...good for your I like the mountain image. :)

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