Bitter Recollections
by Tucker J. Collins
A Mystery! A Mystery!
How many morns of merriment
may end in such sad sweet songs
of pleasing past pictures gone into putridity
of little lying lives – lifelessness
change consuming the creativity of childhood,
Until only an old oppressed imagination
exists to be blown below a bed
and adulthood advancing against all
the youthful yearning, and devastating
dreams of doing deeds destined to remain
restlessly for reasons reproduced generation
to generation, grandfather to grandchild, gaining
great gravity as a familiar family fortitude, flourishing
til the ghastly grave greets us.
An M-80 of alliteration just exploded in my closed fist.
it’s like an Old English poet has come back to life
thank you friends if those are indeed compliments.
i have lacked any compelling inspiration for a while, and then i had something.
the brilliance of the sieve is the inherent lack of a need for inspiration. please tuck, write when you’re not inspired… it’ll make some of your best stuff.
as one who goes through extremely long periods of un=inspiration, I find that the more I write uninspired, the more inspired I start feeling; doesn’t always produce better poems, but at least they come out easier.
thank you for the advice
agree with both of the above…..just DO IT Tucker……even nonsense beautifully and brilliantly presented leads to something, somewhere, somehow…….most normal people do not like to exercise (ahem) but we know it produces results….you just gotta do it.