A Poem, Of Sorts...

[stellarwind]

Might as well post it somewhere before it runs away. o_O

I've closed my eyes
Lost in my own head
Again, I have rushed in
Where angels fear to tread

Seeking out the words
Thinking what to say
But unfortunately for me
I couldn't find a way

To put what's on my mind
In accurate detail
Into written form
... What a pain in the tail.

So instead of calling off
Yet another failed attempt
I decided to write randomly
And now i'm quite content

It's not much of a poem
It's rather bad, I know
But when you're out of inspiration
Heck, anything will go!

So if it's pretty lousy
In rhyme, or form,
Or all the rest...
Please forgive this silly lifeform
He really, really tried his best.

Comments

A poem on art (in the literal rather than modernized sense)!

[ddayleximancer.livejournal.com]

"It's not much of a poem
It's rather bad, I know
But when you're out of inspiration
Heck, anything will go!"

Too true. o_O That's what inspiration IS, after all -- no?

Cool, in any case. Why try hard at conforming (though one could argue that conforming to nonconformity is conformative as well, though one could just as easily say one doesn't want to conform to THAT)? Suffice it to say, poetry is in the process, not the result, but I'm sure ye know that.