April 26, 2005
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Trying to write a poem tonight.
I’m trying to write a poem tonight
But I cannot.
There are too many unwritten thoughts
Inside my head;
Too many thoughts
That are not part of any poem,
But will nevertheless break into a poem
With all their inconsistant worries,
Crowd out a poem
And dullen it.
No, I cannot write a poem tonight,
And I don’t know why I tried
As there are no flowers in my vase
And no moon in the sky.
—
Tiffy Witherington.
Comments (42)
“…As there are no flowers in my vase
And no moon in the sky.”
yes
i have lilacs in my vase & a full moon in my sky & iama not writing another poem tonight ~ poor Tiffy ~ re blue ridges that is where i get most or a lot of my inspiration i do not but have to open my door ~ thanx Lord magi
An inspiration comes knocking on our doors without our knowing.
And I did not say that blogging was a waste of time! I said, “Is blogging a waste of time? I think not.” MWAHAHA.
i htink a poem about not being able to write a poem is still well a poem.
Ahhhh… have missed you.
This piece…seems to be along the lines of “Tonight I can write the saddest lines” by Neruda Pablo…. though his is not as intent.
leaving a stalk of dark rose,
-Elle
p.s. I’m sad I missed the Sarahs’ farewell party….missing them…
A poem about not writing a poem—interesting!!
No problem.
My fault for disabling comments.
Ah, I understand. The muse is away, so Tiffy tried on her own, making a non-poem poem. Interesting.
Thank you for your comment. I look at The Guardian at times, but have never participated in the forum. Isn’t xanga 24/7 at times? Overload.
2 things.
1. Great poem, once again. Has left me in awe
2. I have tried to fade my background a little. But my computer and photoshop for some reason has decided to not work.
Anyway!
Thank you for the encouragement, I actually did think of making that entry into a poem, but my heart wasn’t in it. I will contrive to do better in future.
Thanks again!
And you said you don’t get writer’s block. You and your silly writer’s cylinder….oh my my my…
Even when you can’t write, CAN YOU WRITE!
That not a poem is better than my poetry! Hope you are feeling better!
*HUGS* Thank you for your comment LP, however i do hope that you’ll get better soon
even if you cant write a poem you can still write a poem 
!!! Hope all will be well for you soon !!
Another mind mingled with the absent abbreviations of deviations. *smile* Focusing far too much on the colors of your pallet rather than the texture again me lord, perhaps you’d find it cannier in conception to tie in less of your perceptional privy, alas thank you for the scribing, it still deserves a smirk. However, you leave me troubled in one remarkable way, how do you think they’ve forgotten me? – evermore, Rumpelstiltskin
Wow. Another zinger. Today you captured my feelings so well. Today I was suffering from some virus my little boy gave me but I was finally smart enough to go to the doc and get some meds. If it weren’t for little kids, would I be able to stay well more often? I will never know!
HUGS.
Yes, the block wall.
This is actually very well-written. I usually dislike poetry about poetry (despite the fact that I’ve written one along this vein), but this one just takes the cake.
The ending is flawless.
gosh i empathise with that…….
I enjoy the wittiness of this. You’re a grand artist.
sometimes the best way to start writing again…is to start writing again….. Hope you are feeling better LP. Hugs ~jacki
No, I cannot write a poem tonight,
And I don’t know why I tried
As there are no flowers in my vase
And no moon in the sky.
*sigh* This is such a pretty way to say “I’m blocked” Pretty!
wow…even when you are cursed with what is commonly known as writer’s block, you still manage to spit out a thoughtful poem.
Actually I have NOT got writers block, I gave Tiffy it, but I haven’t got it, if I am not writing it’s due to pain not sweat!
You have been quiet of late, Tiffy’s non poem was a poem in it self, hope you don’t still feel ill .I might have to see what is on the sarah’s site. Cheers marj
aww, feel better then. yes. they use the term ‘grounded’ all over the U.S, good to know where it came from.
Funny that you thought that poem was Plathy. I just reread The Bell Jar this weekend. I hadn’t read any of her poems till I was about 20…and someone else called a poem I wrote for class “Plath-like”. But, back to my poem, I have been revising that ending over and over again…and I just cant get it right…so every once in a while I post it on my Xanga , hoping someone will make a comment that will inspire me enough to finish it properly.
Good poem about not writing a poem, now you should write a poem about a good poem about not writing a poem and continue the insanity! Sorry, trying to be inspirational. I’ve written some very different poems out of my frustration with writing (one of them scatalogical) which is rare because usually I just sleep.
M.A.
i didn’t go anywhere far, just in a new house here on xangalane, just a few blocks down, the old house i was in need of some paint, and i am just so lazy i moved in to a new house. lol now all i wonder is if you know who this is. but i figured if anyone you would understand, with three of your own =)
A nice way to write a poem. Say that you are not writing but in the same you did write it. There is always a moon in the sky even if we don’t see her.
The poet had a way to choose some words and compose them nicely, he could do the same with flowers and compose them in a vase.
I mean to say that the choice is finally with the poet himself and he did a good job.
Hava a great day.
A nice way to write a poem. Say that you are not writing but in the same you did write it. There is always a moon in the sky even if we don’t see her.
The poet had a way to choose some words and compose them nicely, he could do the same with flowers and compose them in a vase.
I mean to say that the choice is finally with the poet himself and he did a good job.
Hava a great day.
i know this feeling…. ~ jack
No intention to ‘flame’ anyone. I have a passion for what I believe and I know that what’s in store for non-believers will not be pleasant. God’s creation is just that, God’s creation. Though when men ‘fell’, He gave the chance to redeem themselves, it works out as a choice of whom you will serve. Choose you this day, if God be God then serve Him, and if the world’s values are your god then serve them. Either way we put ourselves under an authority. . . and at life’s end. . . we will meet our Master and spend eternity with that master, be it Light or Darkness. No intention to inflame, not at all. I guess I need to let it go. You’ve no doubt been exposed to the Truth before and everyone needs to make their own choice. Religion is not a ‘system’ of do’s and don’ts, it is a Person. That Person has “bought you twice”, if you will. The Law was only here to show man his hopeless condition – with out Christ to lift up out of a miry, muddy mess. I am indeed perplexed why I feel the urge to pray for someone who is so doggedly against Christ, and yet. . . I pray. If you were to block me, then it would be over?
I’d say you coined a fantastic poem. Like hazel_rain said: even when you are cursed….you still manage to spit out a thoughtful poem.
~lisa
I read you have just had a birthday – Belated Birthday wishes for you from me.
I also see you are having some pain – do hope it heals soon.
I can totally relate. Trying to write every day, keep the hand in play. Put something on paper. And some days, I am so bogged down that I can’t lift a finger. And for someone who couldn’t write a poem tonight, you wrote somethign out of my head. Well done!
Tell Tiffy it could be worse – instead of being brilliant, it could just be some of the doggerel that is the only poetry I can come up with!
Dear Terry , this poem expresses a kind of distress and pain or loneliness . The poem is great but I worry a little . I hope you are bettter . Keep up ! ( good English ? not sure
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In friendship
Michel
Now this one hits especially close to home. I am silent of poetry, lately. Spring brings on my stillness.
Hi.
I guess I chose the word “disappear” because I’d already used “vanish” earlier in the poem.
What I meant to say, or how I wanted to portray it was to make it clear that I would not want to still be alive or around if “he” wasn’t. I prayed to be the first to go. Maybe I should change it to that.
I appreciate your honesty. Most people are sugary kind which I like, but, it’s nice to get a person’s real thoughts. If something absolutely doesn’t make sense to a reader, it’s nice to hear it.
lisa
Exquisite, Terry.
i wrote a poem about not writing a poem
but it actually never was wrote
as I wasn’t really writing, it wasn’t really written
so all that i wrote was a note