In metric beat and broken prose,
I've plied my trade, good heaven knows.
But now my brain is addled, so
I swim against the river's flow.
The flow, my prose is addled so
I do not know the way to go,
And when it rains and when it blows,
My verse is snuffed and wilts to prose.
In wretched throws of mindlessness,
I quite succumb to craziness -
And when it blows, my verse is prose
And then I drown below the flow.
Ben is one of the most acomplished writers on this site, I would love to see him do more of this though. This is like the suduko of poetry and he did a great Job. There is repitition but it is cleverly disguised. It was a pleasure reading something different from Ben, if I was his college lecturer I would be pushing him down the path of obscure forms. Then the dreaded 'free verse' for now, I give him 7 points.
When all else fails, in terms of writing, many write about not being able to write! Of course, for some of us, such poems end up being entirely rubbish. That is not the case with Ben’s piece about challenging himself during his writing. How hard it is to keep afloat when writer’s block strikes. The poem has a certain flux to it that makes it entertaining and easy to read, while it still avoids being repetitive.