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Writer's blockWhat a nightmare -- wanting to write, but not having anything worthwhile to say. Actually, I have some things I could write about, but I'm in too much of a hurry. So, I decided to post a poem I wrote last year when I couldn't think of anything to write about. Enjoy!Writer's Block You empty page, staring at me, what are you looking at? Do you think that poetry lines like these are simply pulled from a hat? Look past my eyes and into my mind -- take a quick peek and there you'll see Piles and boxes of words and rhymes all cluttered together most crazily. I pick up each one to see where it fits, rummaging, tinkering so carefully. But sometimes the poem still turns out like this. It's just not as easy, dear page, as it seems. Stage FrightStage fright. Many people suffer from that vicious malady, myself included. I've never quite given in to it (by God's grace!) but I do have some interesting conversations with myself . . . like this one I wrote after a piano competition. Maybe it will sound familiar to some of you as well!Thumping in my eardrums, Fluttering in my hands, That nervous trembling in my knees -- Impossible to stand! Breathe a little deeper; Take a slower breath. Just close your eyes- don't watch That clock!- you're acting scared to death. Thirty-nine! They called my number. Time to move. But I can't go! My head is light -- It's spinning 'round the room! Don't be silly - move it! Go on through the door. Sit on the bench, now play the scale, STOP! Wait a moment more . . . Deep inhale, lifting hands . . . I'm starting! Help me, Lord. Now play! Just a PoemA couple of months ago, on a whim, I entered a poetry contest I was rather hesitant at the time, because I'd never entered a poetry contest before, and because I'd never written in blank verse before. But, (with my mom's encouragement), I decided to try it, and, then a few days ago, I found out that I received an honorable mention! Anyway, to shorten a lengthy story, I decided to post it here. Hope you enjoy!Another War
Inside the car he sat and gazed alone. The train was roaring, people chatting, but The clamor could not pierce his thoughts that flew Ahead to reach his journey’s end. He sighed. “Been here before?” A voice said from behind. His head jerked ‘round—the voice rasped out a laugh. “I didn’t mean to scare ya, soldier boy,” (For soldier boy he was), “rest easy, see?” The solder looked and saw the aging man Who spoke, and blushing slightly, smiled a bit. “Old habits die hard.” said he with a shrug. The old man’s eyes were knowing. “That they do.” “So, where ya headin’? Do ya know this place?” The soldier turned back in his seat. “I did.” He answered briefly. Undeterred, his new Acquaintance tried again.“ Ya got a home?” “A fam’ly or a sweetheart watin’ here?” The soldier drew a breath and closed his eyes. “Not here. Not anymore.” was all he said. A lull ensued; the whistle wailed. Again, The soldier spoke. “ You know, it’s not what I Had planned when over there. Thought I’d come home And leave the war behind, but now. . .” He paused. “Another war is waiting for me here.” “It’s diff’rent, but the same.” The train was still. The other trav’lers vanished, but the men Remained in silence. The old man stretched out His hand. “May God be with you as you fight.” The soldier grasped the hand, “He always is,” And strode away to face his battle ground. |
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