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[Guest_PashernatePoet_*]

EDIT 1 26/9/05

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When roads are worked to a stage
Where they lose the point of taking me
Between where I haven't reached
And where I am tired of seeing,
I write a poem.

Or rather, a stanza worms its way
Up to me, yearly, without teeth
But toying with speech and the idea
Of grammar, sometimes metre and rhyme,
To charm your smiles.

And just as quickly, once its written,
The muse goes to sleep for another
365 days, give or take, until it seems
She was beheaded one week behind
The stacks of papers.

So it goes, I have exactly nineteen
Steps through verse set down by hand,
With each containing the words;
'If this happens to be the last, know that
I wrote, as well'.

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Annual

When roads are worked to a stage
Where they lose the point of taking me
Between where I haven't reached
And where I am tired of seeing,
I write a poem.

Or rather, a stanza worms its way
Up to me, yearly, without teeth
But toying with speech and the idea
Of grammar, even metre and rhyme,
Though rarely so much.

And just as quickly, once its written,
The muse is gone to sleep for another
365 days, give or take, until it seems
She was beheaded one week behind
The stacks of papers.

So it goes, I have exactly nineteen
Steps through verse set down by hand,
And each one contains the words;
'If this happens to be the last, know that
I wrote, as well'.

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Notes: The tone here is similar to other poems I've put on this forum, so I am concerned the voice is wearing thin. Let me know if there's anything to be gained from altering the energy behind the poem, or anything else really.

[Guest_PashernatePoet_*]

Thanks for the comments, made my lunch break. I sincerely hope as well that I manage to find an idea that I'm really excited about.

At the moment I'm interested in something big, perhaps a 'concept anthology' of poems, but exactly what I want to write about is a bit ambiguous right now.

I think what's stopping the process is the fact that so much is happening at the moment. I usually write poetry when I can become less emotionally involved with what I'm talking about. Someone once said that the best time to write love songs is when you're not in love, when the ideas and possibilities are all there in front of you but you don't let them overwhelm you.

I'll work something out though, and I will be back, poetry is terribly addictive.

(By the way, I'm only 19)