They come to you
the bad poems
and assault your senses
with regurgitated
cliches
They whisper into your ear
to write them down
to breathe life into their
broken promises of greatness
And you obey
And then after sobering up
in the light of a sensible morning
you look in disgust on
what has written itself
on the shreds of your old existence
Welcome to insanity, my boy
You are an unpaid bad poet
About Me
- Lyubov Yelinson
- I am: The Djembe Warrior Drummer Princess, The Belly Shaking Goddess, The Seeker, The Mystic, and The Writer in Quiescence.
Pledge:
I vow to write in this blog at least ONCE a week about my journey as a writer. I promise that I shall conquer my fear of the Written Word and Blank Page/Screen. I will overcome the Writer's Block and will publish numerous times. I will grow as a writer and as a human being undeterred by the daily hardship and nuisance. (Yeah right....)
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Hmmm....Having been heavily handicapped in the poetry section of the brain, this sounds just fine to me. Which part is bad again? I've read much worse AND it was published! Keep writing those pearls, I like them!
ReplyDeleteWhen I took the online Poetry Writing class, I realized that all our perceptions about poetry are wrong in the modern Western culture. I can't write poetry in America no matter what. Culturally, I can't comprehend it.
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