I wish to write on sheets of white
Crisp vellum all the day
With pen and ink dark as the night
But find I’ve nought to say
I tire of all the platitudes
The written smiles and sighs
The oh so righteous attitudes
And sparkly waved goodbyes
The fatuous and vacant lines
Of prose and poetry
Stifle the narrowing confines
Of my telemetry
The blankness of my ageing mind
Suits these empty pages
Yet maybe one day I shall find
A read that engages
Penelope's Poems 
I sometimes find myself in the same place. Very well said. 🙂
Comment by Eaton Bennett — September 15, 2010 @ 2:29 am |
Thanks Eaton.
Comment by penelopephoebe — September 15, 2010 @ 5:10 am |
Oh you sound so resigned… 😦 Jx
Comment by Jodine Derena Butler — September 16, 2010 @ 5:46 am |
I love your beautiful way of describing writing and the frustrations therein.
What would we do without the paper, pen and keyboard???
Comment by moondustwriter — September 18, 2010 @ 1:46 am |
This is beautiful and right from you heart. I love your work.
I can sure identify with this. Words come and go and with the confussion of life I can not get them down or find photos to keep on my blog.
I think we all go through this and if Im the only one . .Well then oh well.
I love your work Pen.
I havent been getting your updates. Too many things taking me away from here and home.
xo
Comment by Lisa RedWillow — September 19, 2010 @ 4:34 pm |
Thank you, Lisa. You know I feel praise from you is praise indeed. I hope you are not too tired from all the work I know you are doing right now. I hope your brother continues to improve. Take care. Pen.
Comment by penelopephoebe — September 19, 2010 @ 8:35 pm |
gonna send this to my mom
Comment by weighty — September 27, 2010 @ 6:53 am |
i too feel like you most of the times. 🙂
Comment by Trisha — October 1, 2010 @ 3:08 pm |
lovely wish!
write on!
Comment by Jingle — October 7, 2010 @ 7:42 pm |
welcome to Poets Rally week 30,
let me know if you have a poem ready,
do nothing otherwise.
Thanks for the support.
Comment by Jingle — October 7, 2010 @ 7:42 pm |
have a fun day!
Comment by Jingle — October 14, 2010 @ 12:50 am |
please help pay a visit to riika and leo today to wish them well..
Thanks a ton.
u rock!
Happy Monday!
hope to See you at potluck today.
Comment by Jingle — October 19, 2010 @ 3:56 am |
Your poetic mind is definitely sound Penny and I differ
on your description of an ageing mind, it is indeed rather
fresh and full of Spring to me… A nicely written, and
wicked poem here Penny, well done… You should write a
lot more you know as you certainly have a fine talent…
Androgoth XXx
Comment by Androgoth — April 5, 2011 @ 9:51 am |
Such kind words, Andro!. You flatter me:>)
Comment by penelopephoebe — April 5, 2011 @ 3:15 pm |
What I would like to know is when are you going to
add some more of your fine poetry here Penny? This
Space of yours needs a lot more input and I’m sure
that you have many poems just waiting to be added.
Have a really nice start to your week, it is sunny
again the forecast, although a little cooler this
week is still a very nice change I think?
Be Good Now Penny
Androgoth XXx
Comment by Androgoth — April 11, 2011 @ 10:17 am
I sort of lost my muse, Andro. Who knows, it may return some day. Hope you are having a splendid day with your lady love, Jen.
Comment by penelopephoebe — April 11, 2011 @ 11:48 am |
Perhaps, it is aging? I can so relate to this poem. As said previously, ‘You rock.’ This captures, for me, those times when wordz feel all too familiar. Much is rerun? Done before? Yes the fatuousosity that leaves one in pretense of a yawn? Doubtful you age, more the perspective of age? I always enjoy a good Pen from Pen.
Comment by happyflowerwordzoo002 — September 24, 2012 @ 4:00 am |
I must have been in a grumpy mood when I wrote this. I feel embarrassed by it now, Happy.
Comment by penelopephoebe — September 24, 2012 @ 7:37 am |
Embarrassssed? Interesting you revisit and consider it in such a way? I can relate. I have paid a revisit to some of my poems and taken them into the intensive care of archives. Yet I still see this poem expressing something rarely admitted and that is those bouts of feeling weary with words. Poet burn-out?
Comment by happyflowerwordzoo002 — September 26, 2012 @ 7:22 pm |
Love that “Poet burn-out”. So accurate, lol.
Comment by penelopephoebe — September 27, 2012 @ 7:33 am |