Inner Dialogue
The how and why have beendecided
you've toiled through
many sleepless nights
you've even had a dream
or a nightmare or two
but your masterpiece is done
you're sure of it,
Oh the joy
until you read it
and with a sober eye
you wonder just what were
you thinking?
Oh yeah? Oh really?
You make me
laugh, you really do
you are so deluded,
you are no writer
you are just a hack.
Face it,
it has to end here.
No use living in dreams.
But no, you shout
it just needs an edit or two,
I'll be more judicious
and move a sentence here
and where I've
said too much,
I'll keep it simple,
I swear
I'll remove this adverb
one adjective will do instead of two!
But eventually you must review
you know you do,
postponing it as long as possible,
until it cannot be avoided.
"Buck up" you tell yourself,
And with baited breath
you either melt in ecstasy
or despair.
You chose to write,
to live this life
inhabiting nebulous
unspoken worlds
searching,
wavering between
the here and now
your words a record
of the endless struggle
to reach the essence of things.
© copyright Doradeecee, 2011
Nice, Dora. I must have written a dozen of these sort of poems.
ReplyDeleteGood luck!
Thanks - I have a feeling I will be rewriting this again :)
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