Zomg! New Idea!

i like your poetic sympathy! :O)

Stray Thoughts...
 
 
As a slothful and dreamy youngster
I saw ambitious driven creatures as monsters.
Here I am trying to be a writer,
Oh, the irony of it all.
There was a time I read a lot,
Books, comics, magazines, newspapers,
But in the past few years all that curiosity has tapered,
Wonder why my interest has wavered,
Self becoming more and more inward looking and introverted.
But seasons are again changing,
A new kind of draping has swathed me,
A fever and fervor to write my own boring capers.
I know it doesn’t look very promising
But who knows with time, fruitful may become all this dreaming.
As I am writing, I know that it’s not to win any prize
That I have begun this daunting enterprise,
It is mostly to become worthy in everyway in my own and maybe in another’s eyes.
But still I cannot write daily,
There are times I sit just doing nothing,
Maybe stare at the ceiling,
Sooth my angst-ridden mind that cannot stop cart-wheeling.
Many a times I read another’s writing and blog,
Whose ideas make me mad and laugh.
But I realize this is not enough,
I will have to put in more work and speed up,
As I read about the authors whose books I so admire.
It seems when Pushkin was working as a wordsmith,
He put in as much as 15-16 hours at one go.
Dostoevsky was so much under the gambling debts,
So many mouths his kind heart had undertaken to feed,
That he just poured and poured his genius out, he couldn’t help it, he couldn’t stop.
He and Tolstoy serialized their work,
Not just to share their thought process,
Their awfully great stories,
And mark their presence in the world,
But also to make lots of money,
Not out of greed but out of necessity.
I can’t put in so many hours; it’s not in me,
But I am typing as much as I can.
My rambling thoughts are becoming an organism of their own,
One little thought cell multiplies into many,
Becoming amorphous and limitless,
Not in their uniqueness or profoundness,
But mostly in their ordinariness.
Undaunted I will keep hitting the keyboard,
Till I can compress and wring out all that I have to say
Finish it, print it, and distribute it to whosoever is interested
In reading the millions of stray thoughts of a nonentity.

I want to change this ‘Whose ideas make me mad and laugh’to ‘Whose ideas make me mad, think, pause and laugh’
I want to change this ‘My rambling thoughts are becoming an organism of their own’ to  ‘My rambling thoughts are becoming different organisms of their own,
My challenge is to knit them together into one single cohesive being’
 
Thanks for the feedback Chicory! Do write more.

Where is everybody?
Why has the poetry forum become so quiet?
I am overcome by a feeling of disquiet.
What we need is --- a poetry riot.

i wonder if i should say it, i know it is totally an irrational thought, but a thought anyway, and at the risk of sounding totally backward i want to impart this piece of superstitious information that i read somewhere that according to fengshui, presence of violent or stressful images can create discord and disharmony, so maybe that's why some of the other members have not visited the poetry forum for a while. i am just wondering, because for a while so many people were writing so much here, and now all of a sudden there's this lull.

verily i know not; maybe our poets are ruminating :)

as they are apt to do prior to illuminating!

In the land of peripheral wizardry
among wire forests and closed circuitry
lands the motherboard
mobo
logical witch of compatability
with one fell pop and crash
she will attack
blue screen of death in her aftermath

 click-happy villagers flee
out-in the cold and under wraps
to the neighboring land of techizardry.
 
may the force be with you.
Rio11

hahaha, no doubt we could, like jack and jill, except we'd both be chasing the same tail haha
*kiss kiss poetry prince.

Oh surely not!

HAh ha you are a muse now chicory, i have just been inspired to write a new poem!!!!

Thanks
yes- indeed this is like live chat!!!!!