I have been distraught by my failure to produce a single new poem so far this month, of all months the one during which I should, right? What vague inspiration I have enjoyed lately has been insufficient for sustained poetic creation. Until today. Enjoy, y’all, and please let me know what you think.
Elegy for a Stillborn Pastoral
With heavy heart I heave a sigh
and cry for miscarried inspiration.
On my way to work today,
it struck: a poem about gazing
through my office window,
faithfully reporting all I observed
on the street of my little town
as locals came and went while
feckless spring dithered again
on a cool gray April morning.
Or so I imagined.
Alas, an accident ahead delayed me.
Traffic-halting violent collision
dealt my act of artistic creation
a grievous blow, but I recovered.
Clinging tight to tenuous threads,
I rushed to work, took up my pen,
looked out my window,
put pen to paper–
and scratched an ugly, blotched
blue line when startled by the
ringing phone. I wrung my hands
and answered then reached once more
with twitching fingers for my
eager pen and got it moving.
I’d just begun to write about Bill,
good-natured bail bondsman,
sauntering up the street smiling,
warmed by thoughts, no doubt,
of last night’s successful rescue
of a distraught runaway teen when
the first of several of my own wayward
charges reported unscheduled and
in dire need of guidance then
the phone rang again. Consecutive
emails re: URGENT appeared then
the phone rang again. My wife texted,
a friend dropped in, vexed. Then
the phone rang again.
At lunch, I picked at cooling hot wings
and fretted as the final feeble wisps
of my poor aborning poem floated off
on bitter currents of black despair,
dying the death of a thousand distractions.
Lovely! I love it’s rhythm, particularly in the stanza beginning, “Clinging tight to tenuous threads”. There’s some lovely language in there, too. Nice work.
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Thank you, Emily!
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I feel that pain…
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Superb in its entirety! Excellent ending – that last line is killer.
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Thank you, Svelte. That’s high praise coming from a poet as prolific as you!
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Well if this result is a consequence of a dry spell…… I could picture this so clearly in my minds eye. Perfect. Really enjoyed.
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Thank you, Phyllis. I was determined not to let the inspiration go to waste, even if I couldn’t sustain the initial impulse. I just had to redirect the energy into channeling my disappointment…
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You did well. I’ve had many a day such as you, today being one of therm. Can’t wrap my head around phase shift today, at all. Hmm maybe later tonight, if not tomorrow.
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That was fun. Thanks for writing such a non-pastoral pastoral. What you’re doing is so much more than vapid maidens on rope swings above bluebells.
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Oh. ouch! Thank you, Martha. Someone has to remember that those poor maidens, on reaching earth again, need their torn and bleeding palms attended to!
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I like it..looks like it was cooking for so long its perfectly done now 🙂
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Very good. My favourite lines are one near the top “and cry for miscarried inspiration” and the last line “Dying the death of a thousand distractions” any writer, or someone who aspires to being a writer experiences those, so eloquently encapsulated experiences.
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Thank you, Kristian. I’m quite proud of both those lines.
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I liked the other words in between too 😉
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feckless spring dithered again
on a cool gray April morning.
Great lines … original, poetic. Consider losing ‘again’ and ‘cool’ — feckless and dithered show us the weather that day. You may not need gray, even. “Be ruthless with your adjectives: where two, consider one. Where one, consider none.” More comments in my email to you…
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Those are great suggestions, Ellen, thank you!
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Great as always
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Thank you, Em!
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How can you say it’s poor? But it’s a wonderful poem, Denny! It kept me glued until the last line.
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I think I was replying to your comment on the poem I posted today, “Good Rum, Bad Fish”. That’s the bad poem. This one I’m quite proud of! Thank you for the encouragement and support, Winnie!
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It’s always a pleasure, Denny!
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This is lovely Denny. Great comeback.
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Thank you, Punam!
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Don’t we all have these days! Great use of the prompt’
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Thank you, Dee!
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I really enjoyed this. There’s something quite fascinating and endearing about daily life events. I would love to see more especially seeing as you have such an interesting job!
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Thank you, Sophia. Oh, the stories I could tell. I have several stories posted here that are very loosely based on people I’ve had on my caseload and many more stories to tell. If you’re interested, you can easily find them by clicking my “Categories” dropdown menu in my sidebar and selecting “Short stories>Copperhead County” if you haven’t already read them and have free time.
Thanks again for being such a faithful follower and commenter!
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I’ve taken a screenshot so I can read when I’m on my laptop. Caseload stories are incredibly fascinating. 🙂
And, of course, I enjoy your posts! 😊
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Thank you, Sophia. I hope you enjoy them. I’m fixin’ to submit a few for publication. Wish me luck!
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Good luck. 👍
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It is very ‘descriptional’ style 🙂 I like it, bcz then I can #see and follow step by step. It’s kinda like a tale.
and ahhh, the phone rings again 🙂
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Thank you, Ray. The universal plight of office workers, eh?
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Yes, but in ur poem looks like a very exciting time/day 😂
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