Writing Beneath A Rock

We all write because we love it and would like to think we are good enough!

Living in the void

between earths

I have so many filled pages

that the ink has wandered

through osmosis, to be diluted

in the ether of forgotten time.

The words hang threadbare

in the cloud

and simply degenerate in the bowels

of my laptop.

The seeds I sow

appear to fall

upon fallow earth,

and despite their healthy DNA

they fail to germinate,

simply wither in the ground.

Bitter tears wash the pain

and the sin and the regret,

the joys and all my memories

into an ocean of mediocrity and mindless,

meaningless, anonymity.

 

01/02/19

Author's Note

Reviews

[Lorry]

Mindless, meaning anonimity? No!
Perhaps it is the mind, the heart and eyes that have grown weary, but the words and their beauty remain, even in those moments of darkness.
Superb write.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thanks Lorry; was thinking about Leslie Philibert, an amazing poet who cannot get published!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

much self-deprecation here especially with the lines..."and simply degenerate in the bowels of my laptop..."

but i think the most humble poets are often the best...their words speak for themselves..and yours do that.
but i know the feeling...there are time i just want to set fire to everything i ever wrote...i think it is crap...at other times i look at it and say to myself.." i wrote that? mmm it's not too bad"

we are definitely our own worst critics.
j.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

You hit the nail on the head Jacob. This exactly my thoughts. But we also write so much to feed these sites and it all simply disappears into the void. Many thank.

[andrew mitchell]

yes we have a library of thoughts at our disposal, its just getting their act together.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Aye indeed Andrew, but you do it so well. Many thanks.

[andrew mitchell]

I’m not sure about that but I give it a try. Many thanks for your kind words John.

[PatrickPink]

I feel ya on this one buddy, there are thousands of buds growing in all of our minds and sadly, too many of them will never see the light required to nourish them. Wonderfully worded, innovative, and introspective. Post as much as you can, keep the flame burning!!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

You too Patrick. it was what keeps us relatively sane or at least off the streets. Many thank yous!

[Coyote Poetry]

I have 50 plus journals of story of poetry and story. From 1975 to today. They are like tales from another person life.
"I have so many filled pages
that the ink has wandered
through osmosis, to be diluted
in the ether of forgotten time."
Osmosis of us cannot be stopped. We move and roll till one day. We forget who we are. Thank you John for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[John Alexander McFadyen]

I am saddened that this strikes a chord Coyote but the effort we put into writing is never wasted as we learn and we share. Especially on sites like this. Many thanks.