Today’s poem is a conversation piece. I was talking the other day about how I was feeling really good about writing during a workshop things were flowing I was feeling confident and I was feeling like I had quelled that voice in my head which says I can;t or shouldn’t write. Sadly that voice has crept back in and nearly foiled me yesterday so today I slay the beast by bringing it out in a poem.
Today’s prompt was to write a dialogue or conversation poem so I have written a poem about myself talking myself into/out of writing a poem.
In conversation with myself before starting a poem
you’ve written lots of poems you wrote a good one yesterday the last line was great
it was hackneyed you are always banging on about ghosts and dreams everyone hates that
you are doing some really interesting things with rhythms these days keep that thing going
you can’t do rhyme schemes and everyone knows it this is just a cop out
small is beautiful some people adore cameo poems
you couldn’t even write a sonnet length poem yesterday and its not like you follow the rules
poets have recurring themes its ok to rhapsodise about starlight and cowparsley in several pieces
It is like you just write the same stunted incoherent poem again and again what’s the point?
Art doesn’t have to make sense it just has to evoke enjoy where the poem take you
why do you have to be so bloody obscure?
just keep writing not every poem works each one is part of the process