Literal Irony

How cruel that I stammer over words
  when written by someone else… that
  my mind cannot accept a logical progression
  of ideas and emotions.

But that I write my own… then, ah then
  I can dance with the language… I can
  play with it like a father tossing a ball
  lovingly to his son… a mother teaching
  a daughter the beauties of a changing
  form… a moment of grace before my eyes.

Still, perhaps my words only mean something
  to me, for I understand my fractured
  sentences… my thought patterns… my
  lack of purpose…
  but to live and breathe in the now like a child
  writing his first word in crayon. 

Reviews

[Snuggles McClintock]

i usually don't like poems about writing. it's like shut up and write already, but the two lines bring the piece full circle.

[Legion]

As long as you aren't writing on your grandmother's walls, it's all okay. I know this feeling. I get this way often. Something that helps me through it all is to write in another perspective other than my own. Good write.