he said you’re not really a poet
you just string words together
babbling your feelings
clogging the pipes of real writing
look around you
there’s nobody listening
nobody cares
why don’t you just be quiet already
I wish I could argue
maybe prove him wrong
but they’re all valid points
fair enough
I’ll pack it up
but I’ll never stop scribbling
I have a stack of empty notebooks on hand
all in my favorite colors
an unopened package of blue pens
just waiting for their moment
maybe that’s where my thoughts belong…
back into the silence…
where unheard truths…
go to die
This is great!
Thank you
I have five cases of fresh notebooks. Just bought ‘em. I’ll join you.
Isn’t that what poets do? String words together usually about how they feel.
Who’s pipes have been clogged?
Literary pipes?
I wonder what a clogged literary pipe looks like?
Pulp and ink.
I enjoyed this.
Regards James
Thank you
It’s so unfortunate when some people choose to announce how little they are capable of understanding. It must be a sad little world they live in. I will join you in the never stop writing endeavor. Even if no one ever reads it, I’m gonna make it.
It’s worse when someone targets others to shame them for their damage. That’s a level of sickness I just don’t understand. Thank you
My poems are all screwed up if they were to be looked at as legitimate poems. I don’t know where to end lines, my cadence is probably wrong, I don’t know all the elements of writing poetry….but I write anyway. I think if anyone wants to write, they should write regardless of what another interprets in a negative manner. Poetry is subjective. 2 + 2 doesn’t always equal 4 in poetry. Keep writing/.
I write my truth. Ugly or not. Some people fund that offensive & shameful. I thought about leaving but responses to this piece made me think maybe I need to stay, keep speaking truth. Thank you
You do
The poetry is always in the action of writing and the countless processes behind it. It often hurts; there’s lengthy periods of boredom and restlessness that comes with the territory. A poet’s life is not a painting, but a tapestry. Art is never a “finished product”. Sometimes it doesn’t look like progress, and some folks in our postmodern society just can’t comprehend that observation, so they attach these concepts of perceived “success” to the art itself, like if the art is “important” enough or getting the attention it deserves. Don’t be distracted by that nonsense, is my advice, and keep pen & paper handy.
I’m still editing poems from 10-15 years ago lol
I’m terrible at editing. They generally get posted upon completion. Or never see the light of day. I write almost purely from emtion & often a place of trying to heal from trauma. Sometimes there are people who would rather add to the damage than deal with their own, I guess. Thank you
The great poets of the past reflected the time in which they lived and probably wrote more for the rich than the illiterate masses.The language they used was generally not from or for the unwashed.
Willow,in my opinion, painters,poets and musicians do what they do because they have to.To let the universe know how they feel….which you do admirably.
I’ve read plenty of poems from the so called greats and found some of them to be utter dross but that’s only my opinion.
Art is subjective and critics are entitled to their opinions.
I’m sure I write too much and have written lots of unpoetic pieces but who cares.
Of course it’s nice to get acknowledgement but that’s not why we do it…..
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I liked this piece by the way.
I’m rather at a loss how to respond to this. I always assume unless someone leaves a comment, nobody reads my poetry. I’m a trauma writer, good or bad. And it’s often ugly. Guess that bothers some. I gotta question their motives. Thank you for this…& for your poem
Tell that Fuck Bag that I’m watching his every move ..
Keep penning girl
BIG LIKE
Will do! Thank you. Never another like you in the world
Tremendous work. Keep writing.
Thank you
Powerfully penned, Willow. Into the book it belongs! Love the layers in this write my friend. I know you’ll never stop writing, you’re so passionate about your craft. Appreciate you.
Damian
I don’t know how much of a craft it is. But it’s my heart & soul. Saved my life more than once. I will always write. Even if it isn’t here, my friend
sounds like he described a poet to me. excellent write.
This brought a smile to my face. Thank you!
Poetry is a form of art. Great art breaks the “rules”. Fly baby! Break all their rules of conformance! If you or I write the single word JUSTIFICATION, it is a poem! It has meaning. It may evoke different emotions in different people but it still comes from what the poet felt at the exact moment it was written! JUSTIFICATION!!!
I have to tell you, your comment made me cry. The number of times I have to remind myself nobody validates my existence except me is staggering. And I write to heal, squeeze a tiny bit more oxygen into my lungs & …as my daughter says… to occupy more space in my life. Thank you!
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I understand needing validation. I grimace when a post gets read 20 times or more with no comment.
I’m starting to learn that it’s often because it’s so raw that it makes people uncomfortable. But maybe they take something from it & it made a quiet difference. I write to hear. I share to connect & not feel alone with it. It’s what we do
Please don’t ever stop writing (I know you won’t) and sharing! I’ve also learned that sometimes people just don’t know what to say in the moment, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t touched, comforted, uplifted, or challenged by your words.
I also have to confess that when it comes to commenting on someone’s poetry, I often struggle with whether my comments are “good enough”. It shouldn’t be a competition… but posting comments can be just as scary as posting the poems themselves, if that makes any sense.
Anyway, who am I to lecture about this stuff when I haven’t been here in forever. Sorry. Just keep writing, and don’t ever doubt that it matters.
https://youtu.be/0HWQ08XAYbY?si=xqMjCEUVFu9I3MaR
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Thank you. I think I might quit writing…when I die. I totally get worrying my comments aren’t “good enough.” I fight that shit every time I open someone’s poem!
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And to you, girl. Good to see you home!