Whether it’s the feeling of teardrops
frozen to your cheeks
or a deep desperate hunger, like you haven’t
eaten in weeks
Write what you know,
or maybe write what you need
Write about what you love
& what makes your heart bleed,
About hope & desperation
or even the fine line between
Genius & insanity
By:J.N.R Dutton
I am so glad to see this poetry blog still drawing interest. In fact the interest seems to have actually picked up, even though I am STILL not as active here as I planned to be or should.
Anyway, maybe this is just a good month, or maybe it’s the start of an ongoing trend. Either way, I am grateful & thrilled.
A journalist on a deadline,
needs 1,500 words before
the next issue goes out
His only problem is not knowing
what those words should be about
So out he goes investigating
far from his own side of town
Looking for the things that no one else
has the courage to write down
By:J.N.R Dutton
A poet spinning his wheels
like a madman
Every morning, noon, & night
Waiting for inspiration
Something new/fresh to write
Lately his tank has been on empty
Seems like it’s all been written before
He’s hoping that the writer’s block
Is just the calm before a creative storm
By:J.N.R Dutton
Do you write w/direction,
with intent?
or do you write as if
stumbling, fumbling,
tumbling along
into “happy accidents”?
Do you write til you’re spent?
Do you write to all hours,
wondering where the day went?
By:J.N.R Dutton
The poet says:
“Give me a topic
Any you choose will do
& I, I will weave a rhyme for you“
By:J.N.R Dutton
Some people can string together a thousand words
of the most beautiful poetry ever heard
but what matters the most to me,
is do they write from the heart
With sincerity?
By:J.N.R Dutton
He’s having the best of times
spinning wild rhymes
For family, friends, and strangers alike
dropping poetry lines on a dime
They come so easily to his mind
when he’s gone he’ll leave his words behind
Like treasure for people to find
By:J.N.R Dutton
I know it’s early in the day still, so you may think I’d have a few more poems prepared, but I have no more to write of at the moment. I will get back to sharing when I’ve got something worthwhile.
As it is now, my energy is on fumes & I am barely keeping my eyes open. Maybe I would do well to get on a consistent sleep schedule, but lately that hasn’t been occurring. Anyway, I don’t want to turn this into an article or novel length post, so I will end it here.
He wrote morning, noon & night
but by far his favorite time
was when he was writing by
dawn’s early light
He felt (somehow) it really helped him
w/his rhymes….
He felt he wrote his best lines
while watching the sun rise
shining bright through the pines
By:J.N.R Dutton
