The Poet's Block

February 27, 2014 , 28 Comments

           
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There's a lot of chatter
lot of Chatter, outside
chatter that is no longer a voice
Chatter that turned into a gruesome noise
The chatter did not break
the confidence that writer has in rake
so the chatterers didn't stopped,
stooped and pelted stones inside

Rage of the angry mob
Engage in their chatter sob
protested through the glass window
rested their the poet throe
who chose to die a silent death
the poem will speak though
                     
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drown in the deep slumber
frown, enraging further the infuriated member
The poet turns a deaf ear
what sea of skull chatter-ed
she did not hear
For she had the writer's block
the ideas that usually flock
waiting in their wings, scatter
ideas that became sheer chatter
hitting the poet like moss and boulder
splitting the glass of stupor vision
incision still did not seep
thoughts remain screaming in their skeleton
While, the unsure poet, continued to sleep!
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If you liked my poem, extend your thanks to The Magpie Tale 208 whose beautiful, thoughtful, picture prompts prompted this 10 minutes writer/poet [yours truly] to come up with this piece of work! 

The autor is half Human, half machine. Go Figure or just revel in what I write

28 comments:

  1. I don't really understand poetry but this one I could make sense of. I'll go away patting my own back. :P
    Dagny

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    1. Awww Thats sweet Dagny..I am glad that you stumbled here, liked and leaft your view :) Keep coming :)

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  2. This was beautiful! :)

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  3. Words that flowed beautifully along. You caught the essence of the poet in sleek style.

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    1. Thanks Helena..that is very kind of you. I am glad that you liked it :)

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  4. There was something in this....I just can't get the word for it...Wonderful ! Enjoyed reading it is all I can say...

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    1. That's sounds good Nabanita..Thank you so much. Hope you are enjoying your stint at Germany too ;)

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  5. The contrast - that there is a lot of clutter outside and what a poet will end up writing - how a new world will be built - comes nicely through your words.

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    1. Thanks Anhra. I am glad that you noticed it and appreciated too! :)

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  6. That was good! and the picture was so so apt! :)

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  7. Enjoyed both the takes

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  8. Beautifully composed....expresses a poet's feelings in such a vivid manner....

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    1. Thanks so much Sushree. I am glad that you liked. Welcome to my blog :)

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  9. Chattering on the outside, and silently dreaming on the inside...what a nice picture you paint here through words and verse. Beautiful.

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    1. Thanks Beloo, I am glad that you liked :)

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  10. Really poets gather some droplets of sound from the cacophony and convert those into words..you've nicely described the writer's block Ekta.. :-)

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    1. Mani, thanks so much...I am glad to be appreciated and even more glad that my experiment turned good. Thank u for liking my post :)

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  11. excellent word framed welled !

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  12. Nice one. I have personal experiences of this , so could connect with it.
    thanks for the share

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    1. Thanks so much :) I am glad you liked it. Stay tuned.

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  13. That's awesome indeed! Many thanks!

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  14. Beautiful, every word resonates in the soul... Loved reading this, Ekta and wow.. congrats on the Tangy tuesday feature! :)

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  15. Beautifully woven words that rings through the soul, Ekta:)
    www.vishalbheeroo.wordpress.com

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  16. Okay, first, great blog! :)
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