Thread: Wit

I want to say more
than words will convey.
Instead they blow away

as vagaries, abstraction
reduced to cliché.

And my meanings meander
singing there are better things to say

to speak of bellyaches or spleens
when the butterfly's remain
seems less effective than the affect
I don when wearing a poets mask.

It gets me high to type
with higher purpose in mind;

imagine myself as wit
personified and my hands
as a fool mesmerizing
audiences with example
and magic lines enchanted
with manic drive.

Here I am a maniac
with a craving to match
the legends I have read,
mainlining a sense of pride
and satisfying that appetite
without a poem worth repeating.

My meaning meandered this time
and it sounds good to say, even if
the reader is left unsatisfied by
what little I can convey.

How well I know that feeling. You've found a way to put into words what we who strive to write poetry feel. Kudo's.

I want to say more
than words will convey.
Instead they blow away>> happens more often than I like

It gets me high to type
with higher purpose in mind;
as vagaries, abstraction
reduced to cliché.



Here I am a maniac
with a craving to match
the legends I have read,

all these verses are absolutely spot on

Originally Posted by Gumby

How well I know that feeling. You've found a way to put into words what we who strive to write poetry feel. Kudo's.





all these verses are absolutely spot on

Glad you liked this Gumby. Forgive me for possibly reading more into your comments than I should, but did you find that other verses were weak? If you did it would help me immensely to know why some of the stanzas did not work as well for you.

No dear, I didn't find them weak at all. I simply highlighted a few of the ones which to me, showed the deep desire to create something wonderful, that feeling inside, that, if you could only capture it and put it into words, they would be awesome. Kind of like this stanza:

imagine myself as wit
personified and my hands
as a fool mesmerizing
audiences with example
and magic lines enchanted
with manic drive.

I identify with that feeling so well, I'm sure we all share that in common. I truly admire the way you've put it into words here.

You've wonderfully captured the elusive drive to create! The lines flow well. The last stanza is the one that struck me the hardest. If my interpretation is correct, you're presenting the juxtaposition of your passion to write, and the feeling that your words fall short sometimes. I think we all can relate to that! I enjoyed reading this.