The impasse of the poet.....

Outside the storm roars at its own
bravery and continues long into
the night
In the cabin the candle fights the
drafts and flickers
the writers
attention to the
frost covered
window

Sighing his only mechanism
to battle the impending darkness
Looking to the crackling
of the fire
he accepts his fatigue
resigns himself
to stop staring at
the blank pages
of the journal
Lifting the bottle
and drains away the
mood


Latching the door and pulling
the curtain to
conserve the remaining
heat he walks to the side
of the fire where the
woodpile dissolves
away the days of
winter

Spends his last moments staring into
the fire and then without
a thought drops his
journal onto the flames
and writes no
more
forever

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BlossomSB 3 years ago from Victoria, Australia

Oh, dear! Now he'll have to start all over again.


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ahorseback 3 years ago Author

I wonder Blossom , do we run out of words ?......Thank you for sharing !


Vickiw 3 years ago

Oh, that is sad! Such a jolt, it is hard to comment. Imagine losing everything just like that, especially in irrational despair. It happens. Great poetic description.


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Mhatter99 3 years ago from San Francisco

Thank you for this. Reminded me of a picture of Denise.Another mistake I can't take back.


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ahorseback 3 years ago Author

Vicki, Thank you ! My friend !


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ahorseback 3 years ago Author

Mhatter , I hope that wasn't the same Denise that I knew ! lol......Thank you sir , My denise was very Irish !


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Gypsy Rose Lee 3 years ago from Riga, Latvia

Voted up and awesome. Very dramatically descriptive. Reminded me of the winter scenes in Dr. Zhivago when they are in that cold house and Zhivago is writing by candle light. Enjoyed.

Psst Ed - as far as I know - I believe it's impasse......


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ahorseback 3 years ago Author

Gypsy Rose sweetheart ....Thank you and good morning !


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CloudExplorer 3 years ago from New York City

Wow! a powerful piece and I could seem myself after drinking up a storm of what ever poison that was, and just letting my poetry pad slip away into the flames, yikes! what a vision indeed ahorseback, nice poem.

Thumbs up and thanks to Rasma for sharing it on our Poetic Ink Pearltree I located this awesome poem of yours, cool stuff indeed.

I will share it elsewhere as soon as possible. Thumbs up and out.


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Nikkij504gurl 3 years ago from Louisiana

hmm hope he doesnt regret it, whats that saying, Once the paper's crumpled up it cant be perfect again? Well surely once its burned there's no getting it back.


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ImKarn23 3 years ago

Baaaaah...

booze and buffoonery - go together like chocolate and peanut butter..

my forecast is for morning headaches - and lifelong regrets..

You have such a powerful way with words, Cowboy..i can almost feel the inner struggles you wrangle with on a daily basis..

up and onwards, as alwaysxx


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Cyndi10 3 years ago from Georgia

That is a very sad commentary in the poem. It speaks of despair and resignation and just plain giving up on possibilities by giving up on words and writing. Take care.


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ahorseback 3 years ago Author

Leslie , I do ! I do struggle with writing , poetry , acceptance , the inner struggles are a picses thing I guess ! Oh , and being Irish doesn't help much I suppose . Big Hug for you sweet girl !


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ahorseback 3 years ago Author

Nikki , Oh thank you ! I know , at times I just struggle with stopping this madness ,lol....


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cleaner3 3 years ago from Pueblo, Colorado

great write .. keep on keepin on.. . pal

the words always come back ..

no matter how long it takes.. sometimes inspiration is on the top right before our eyes

we just don't see it because we are looking to deep.!


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ahorseback 3 years ago Author

Michael , thank you , I think you do know ! lol.....I appreciate this !


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ahorseback 3 years ago Author

Cyndi , I'm having an issue , lol ......Thank you !


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old albion 3 years ago from Lancashire. England.

A sad little tale. Cheer up cowboy, you worry with your 'no more forever' line. Tomorrow is another day.

Graham.


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Genna East 3 years ago from Massachusetts, USA

I know the struggle of the writer when the impasse occurs. We toss the pad or journal into the flames that consume them. But they usually re-emerge, once again…often when we least expect it. For me, it is the lack of expectation or anticipation that is the release. Fascinating and compelling write, and so true for many of us at times. Hugs. :-)


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ahorseback 3 years ago Author

Cloudexplorer Thank you so much ! I really appreciate that !....Ed


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ahorseback 3 years ago Author

Hi Graham , Oh yeaa ! Sometimes , just sometimes , you know ! Thank you kind sir !


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ahorseback 3 years ago Author

genna , Thank you dear ! To share is the best though isn't it !......Hug back atcha !


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Anna Haven 3 years ago from Scotland

Great imagery in your poem, the candle, the cold and the darkness. Lots of tension building and a really emotive ending.

As for the journal in the fire; always remember the phoenix :)

Anna


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ahorseback 3 years ago Author

Anna , Yes , you're right about that ! Thank you

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