Unyeilding
Posted by Rob Kistner | Filed under Free Verse, Image, Poetry, art, collage, humor noir, photorendering, rhyme
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my muse is hard to capture
though I do try each day
just goes so fast
I turn around
it’s past me in a blur
leaving little inspiration
each day becomes each night
here I sit in the wee hours
while the sane sleep
steeped in contradiction
thoughts vague
filled with doubt
words tossed about the unyielding page
I start then stop
I write then not
caught mercilessly unclear
in terminal hesitation
in quiet rage
fickle muse – please…
a spark to light this dark
that grips me like a cage
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rob kistner © 2010
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March 7th, 2010 at 12:47 am
Can’t sleep because thoughts are racing through our minds, but can we put any of them to paper…? I know this feeling well.
March 7th, 2010 at 4:34 am
I try, when I’m having difficulty this way, to just forget all about it - do something distracting - and eventually that muse returns.
March 7th, 2010 at 5:12 am
We’ve all been there Rob. Nice work with the prompt. I love your presentation too. Wonderful!
March 7th, 2010 at 5:39 am
Muse in hesitation?
have u read my mind…? as if i am the one here….writer’s block, is it?
we oftentimes suffer like this…tis part of our life as writers…:)
lovely poem!
March 7th, 2010 at 6:36 am
Know the feeling!
March 7th, 2010 at 7:41 am
Oh, how I relate to your words…so beautifully put!
March 7th, 2010 at 2:38 pm
Love this poem; I think we can all relate to it…thanks to how perfectly you expressed this feeling. By the way, gorgeous website.
March 8th, 2010 at 5:47 am
fantastic artwork. I am so glad I got to stop by for a visit.
March 8th, 2010 at 7:22 pm
I enjoyed reading this. Even I’ve felt this way many times. There are many bloggers who write everyday and I always wonder how they do it.
I love your blog. Your collages and artwork are marvelous.
March 8th, 2010 at 8:36 pm
Hi Rob,
I found your blog via Tara and her “networked blogs.” I love what you have in here. I have never seen the multimedia thing before with someone reading their poetry. It gives great texture and you have the right kind of voice for reading.
Diane
March 9th, 2010 at 12:02 pm
I particularly liked “while the sane sleep” and your ending gripped ME like a cage!
Thanks for your kind words on my piece today. xx
March 9th, 2010 at 1:29 pm
I think all writers recognize something of themselves in this poem, Rob.
Thank you for coming to my blog this morning and leaving your very kind and generous comment. It’s been said that writers have to be their own judges and critics but it sure is wonderful when someone else comments on the work we do.
March 9th, 2010 at 4:18 pm
photo is believeable…hands and eyes i’ve always found intriguing….a mirrior of your mind….
March 9th, 2010 at 7:28 pm
I really wish I didn’t know what this felt like. More days than not, I have to pry words one at a time from brain to page. Why does it have to be so hard?
You’ve done an excellent job of describing the writers daily battle.
March 12th, 2010 at 7:17 am
Like the photo collage. Effective.
March 12th, 2010 at 1:18 pm
How familiar this blind flight!
March 27th, 2010 at 8:13 pm
“While the sane sleep, steeped in contradiction” very memorable quote. Love the way the muse is fleeting, like a nymph-spirit; not contained. Always that contradiction exists; want and need. Wants to write; needs to sleep. Good night sweet muse!