"The Poem that wasn't there..."


I went to write a Poem that wasn't there...

No thoughts...No dreams...No images...But I didn't care...

No Inspiration...from all that was around...All gone...I am aware !

But I will try to write...from nothing inside...I will try...seek, search, dare.


I went to write...When there was nothing on the inside...

I went to think...When all of my words were trying to hide...

I looked at the world...and it was still spinning...I was only along for the ride...

I grasped the meaning to my emptiness...nothing appeared...though I tried.


I tried to find some meaning to it all...

But it was like staring into a blank wall...

The Poem I tried to rhyme...I could not recall...

I revved up at the starting line...but all I did was stall.


I tried to write the Poem that wasn't there...

Though I felt as though it had vanished into thin air...

Not amused...I took another look at the problem...Must Beware...

Gone...was my imagination...fleeting was my hope...trampled in despair.


A thought came over me...and held me for one minute...

And I believed I couldn't write one single line...No...Not one little bit...

Now out in the open...my thoughts betray me...my quest...now one filled with regret...

I search for who I am...What makes me be here...What makes me think I could write Poems...I forget !?


At some point in time...

A Poem of mine...May cease to rhyme...

A Poem that I tried to rhyme...That was never really mine...

Was never really there...And the maddening frustration with myself...Begins to climb.


Disappointment starts to prevail hard against me...

Awkwardly...I had no Poem to write...in my own mental capaci-ty...

I was unable to go forward...I was blind to where I was going...How could this be ?

Searching for what I was missing...Looking for some kind of Poem...that had no Poe-try !


Trying to find the Poem that wasn't there...Looking for where it was...

Hoping to bring it out of me...But when gone...It's just not there...Just because...

I can not write the Poem that never is there...No one can do that...No one ever does...

Shouldn't work to make it happen...Why create this much trouble...With so much fuss.


It will happen...if I let it...the Poem that wasn't there...will eventually appear...

Not because I want it to happen...But because it was there all along...Always very near...

The one thing that can always escape me...The one thing about Poems that's very clear...

Is that a Poem can come together when least expected...The Poem that wasn't there...Can be right here !


© 2010 manlypoetryman

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