by shadow1950taunton, Somerset, England, UK
Mar 2013 512 Views 8 comments
Jumble of Thoughts
To quill I must fly
I need to scribe
put pen to paper
words tumbling out
little sense they make
I score them out
These words, they seethe
such a jumble of thoughts
I stop, I pause,
I think of yore
of famous poets
sadly no more
wonder, yet know
that they too did
anguish over each line
just a seething broth
A jumble, a jumble of words
they tumble over each other
each one fighting to be heard
I need to scribe
put pen to paper
words tumbling out
little sense they make
I score them out
These words, they seethe
such a jumble of thoughts
I stop, I pause,
I think of yore
of famous poets
sadly no more
wonder, yet know
that they too did
anguish over each line
just a seething broth
A jumble, a jumble of words
they tumble over each other
each one fighting to be heard
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Posted: Mar 2013
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Comments (8)
I can really relate to this poem, I feel the same most of the time
I feel its the love of words, and how we can express them, is the Jumble of Thoughts-
that sets our mind/heart all in a flutter.
Really enjoyed your wonderful poem..a beautiful read.
Shadow
The poets of yore had a tough life, it is said the most important piece of kit owned by the great writer/poets was their waste paper basket.
The likes of Byron, Tennyson et al didn't have the luxury of word processing, editing in MS Word and playing around with different words, sentences and even entire paragraphs, they had to simply scrunch up their errors and throw their discarded scribblings into the rubbish bin then start again. How lucky are we in this respect?
Some very good use of metaphor in this write...
Regards
Bill
U are obviously much more proficient in technology than me I still write on paper scream with frustration when it won't come right. Only when I have finished do I move to the PC It sounds like a course may save me pulling out my hair
Shadow x
thanks for sharing..enjoyed as always
Shadow
are running around in my head