Writing Online: A Poetry From My 'Prose in Rhymes' Series
The true alchemists don't change lead into gold; they change the world into words.
-- William H. Gass
Those Writing for Daily Bread
Remember that job nine to five
with all efforts being just a routine
when at six it felt so good to be alive
what am I saying, you know what I mean.
That's gone now and this new boss is here
he doesn't care if you're waking up too late
and you don't get fired for having that beer
but his whip says it all -- create, and create!
No weekends exist for that writer with assignment
his mind unconsciously working twenty-four-seven
while so much of his life has gone out of alignment
at times getting up at six and hitting bed at eleven,
Then it all turns into a crazy addiction
laptop becoming something of a shrine
with all of that just a huge contradiction
as happy planning spells out a deadline.
Of course, this is merely an exaggeration
of a lazy writer who won't be annoyed
not understanding business elation
rather opting to stay unemployed.
Imperfections are not inadequacies, they are reminders that we are all in this together.
-- Brene Brown
Online Writer's Dilemmas
If you are one that writes a lot
you spread yourself too thin
so it's more often than not
it doesn't make you win.
Then if you write a little
you may appear all dried out
but even finding a golden middle
still is leaving you in kind of a doubt.
For, what topics to choose
those informative or fiction
'cause either is bound to lose
if you miss some good depiction.
Them how to choose a right style
trying to satisfy most every taste
for if you don't make them smile
your writing may go to waste.
Should poetry be your main form
or long articles with a lot of picks
and what's to be seen as the norm
that's using some well tested tricks.
Could original be better than old themes
although hard for search engine to find
but just adding to the old, so it seems
looks worn out to everyone's mind.
O.K., I don't really know about you
but I gave up on strategies long ago
just being happy to express my view
not bothering to impress as some pro.
Create. Not for the money. Not for the fame. Not for the recognition. But for the pure joy of creating something and sharing it.
-- Ernest Barbaric
Our Reasons for Writing
What is our motive for writing
is it something to monetize
maybe we find it exciting
or even hope for a prize.
Is it need for recognition
or some other secret goal
maybe in a little mission
to share some of our soul.
To some it may be the way
to show the best of who we are
and give substance to a boring day
by getting closer to someone very far.
Others have discovered a thrill
in comments with a friendly praise
and yet to some others it's a way to chill
while life is going through a disturbing phase.
Well, don't bother revealing your reasons
to a stranger that I most certainly must be
we all have our different creative seasons
so, like me, keep alive your writing spree.
You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you.
-- Ray Bradbury
Writing It Sometimes for Ourselves
Like suddenly missing an umbilical cord
at times we feel this heavy separation
by window we sit somewhat bored
facing a social spirit deflation.
But the feeling may be a sort of mixed
in a way we hope for a sound of phone
but the moment isn't asking to be fixed
and we might be much better off alone.
Reluctant between these two needs
we may go online to share what we feel
with a poem, a story, hoping someone reads
though knowing deep down we can't make it real.
Not as real as we feel it, so maybe why bother
as words can't replace this deep trembling sigh
our story will be generalized as one or another
taken as a regular fiction, in other words -- a lie.
But now to the rescue comes this bright notion
to write it for ourselves and we'll understand
encoding into each line this deep emotion
now with less need for empathetic hand.
Dance above the surface of the world. Let your thoughts lift you into creativity that is not hampered by opinion.
-- Red Haircrow
From the Lips of My Muse
Oftentimes she lulls me into a poetic trance
her whisper not always so easy to perceive
but enough for rhymes, their rhythmic dance
and for yet another human story to conceive.
Wondrous is magic of words at their play
with mystery of where they are springing
and how they know what they want to say
like free flowing lyrics in carefree singing.
What in me insists on expressing my soul
lining every vibrant and meaningful letter
like in a rehearsal of some theatrical role
stumbling at first, but then getting better.
If my Muse would happen to be a human
she might look like Madonna with child
or like an angel disguised as a woman
with that mysterious Mona Lisa smile.
I see her again as she is waving good-bye
reading this last verse from her smiling lips
I smile back at her with this trembling sigh
while ending yet another of my poetic trips.
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