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by Jack Nightengale   Nov 29, 2016


Once more a pen has been called to the sheets,
to form the words I wish to speak but are caught between gritted teeth.
Steady as the pen strokes,
A failed author who's about to choke.

Will this be worthy of his name,
or will his head sink in his own failure and shame?
Questions flood the thumping brain,
A writer shall he remain?

The pressure builds from within,
a drop of sweat falling from his chin.
His hands are trembling, his nerves are shook,
is this the end or, the beginning of a new book?

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  • 7 years ago

    by Gabriel

    Yep this describes me I have a good idea to but when I try to put it on paper I I won't write anything until I have it perfect in my mind but that's not how it works you have to write the rough form first and then perfect it afterwards, after all you have to start somewhere right?

  • 7 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Jack,

    This is excellent and is certainly no 'failure'.
    I have to admit to usually spending the whole time when writing a poem wondering if it will be any good at the end. I always start a new write knowing exactly what I want to say but worried that I won't be able to convey it poetically.
    I think that the more we think on these things, the more likely the poem will suffer. The trick is to just write and let the rest take care of itself.

    Well done.

    Ben

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