Writers Cramp

by Melpomene   Feb 9, 2011


Today

I watched you stumble,

tumbled by
dragonflies, wasps and
a Queen bee,

who's stinger skimmed
the tip of your nose.

and tonight I held you,
perhaps too tightly?

for you didn't speak of

lavender stars,
crumbled papers
nor the tear stained sheet
that you slept on.

Instead you sketched
your regrets -
my regrets,

and our tragic heart
in the shape of
glass sunflowers,
whose leaves had shattered
into tiny shards.

Today I stumbled with my pen
- her ink worn.

Faded,

like the summer dress I wore,
her scribbles tangled
within my hair,
within my thoughts.

and they,
they sat in

Canada
America
Australia

Pens flourished in hands
muse on shoulder

writing of
four leaf clovers,
winter,
dreams

with the ability to
capture you all.

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  • 13 years ago

    by Blissful

    Mel, I loved this! First of all the format was quite appealing to my eyes. It urged me to read and everything just flowed so flawlessly. The title might have been simple but the poem was in no way plain. I feel every writer goes through a stage of where they feel like their pen's ink has faded although the thoughts whirl around in their heads. I believe this poem truly captured that essence.

    "like the summer dress I wore,
    her scribbles tangled
    within my hair,
    within my thoughts."
    ^This has to be my favorite stanza. The imagery you created truly added a nice feel to the poem.

    "and they,
    they sat in"
    ^I'm sure the repetition here was done intentionally but I still couldn't help stumbling along it when I read through your poem a couple times.

    The ending was perfect. Great way to add in the feel of the club into your work where we truly are one another's muses. Nicely done!

    Five.

  • 13 years ago

    by Yakari Gabriel

    This is a winnig for piece for sure!!!!!!!!!!!!!! If a poem was a glass of champange this would be it...this write is so vulnerable so tender...I'm just in awe specially the part about sketching regrets! No one will ever beat your metaphor skills..ne ne ne..they can only dream about it.. xx Mwa!

  • 13 years ago

    by Chelsey

    You know, i quite enjoyed this poem!.....As I was reading it felt like a bunch of random things, yet in the end it all made sense to me!

    I loved the beginning, the descriptions of the bee was awesome!

    like the summer dress I wore,
    her scribbles tangled
    within my hair,
    within my thoughts.

    ^^ This was my favorite part! I saw myself in a dress dwindling a pen in my hair which I often do!

    Nice write Mel!

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