Poem -
CALLED AND FOUND WANTING
These ebony hoursĀ
When muse is well met
Offer this night negative fare
For screen or pen
As often found
Failure follows boast
And once eager words
Now practice to alludeĀ
So deserted I sit
Portrayed by my tongue
Bragging of loquacious bent
Only to be found, addle headed and mute
It appears I have allowed
My crocodilian sized oral orifice
To over load my somewhat minuscule canary sized posteriorĀ
Exit stage left
May I fade into the inkened night
Take solice in anonymity
Or better yet obscurity
Forgive My braggadocio
I bite my tongue for it wagging
Impotently flappingĀ
When better bound
Adieu
Ā
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Comments
excellent poem enjoyed reading it linda j wright
Thank you Linda, I was just enjoying reading āShall Iā.
john
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Poignant and excellently penned, a pleasure to read, drawing the reader in so immensely. I love the beginning āthese ebony hoursā beautiful imagery, continued throughout the piece. A five star poem, indeed!
I was clawing at remnants for some reason tonight, finding myself almost wordless.
thank for your time and commentĀ
john
My father always used to say to me, "Son," (he often called me that...son) never write a check with your mouth that your ass can't cash.
I have lived by those words my entire life, John.
Good poetry.
~Dean :)
Often I find checks hard to cash due to an unruly tongue.
biting seems to no avail.
thank you
john
Sure...
I know I know maybe I should complain about an absence of Subject rather than an absence of words but I considers both part of what is tradionally known as writers block.
definitely Ā a āmolassesā write, sticky and slow..
john
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Deep intensity to this, producing a flourishing driven vessel for thought and emotion.
Thanks for sharing your creativity.Ā :)
SirĀ
discussing the predicament all we writers find ourselves I felt I should apologize for my bragging in the weeks before.Ā
Thank you for easing.
john