A collision of mind bending consequences!

One could only watch
the poem go out of control,
swerving through rational thoughts,
filled with raw emotions
from the anxieties of
being in a condition
called unfinished.
If only there was a verse doctor
who could sedate the poem,
but one could only watch
in horror as the write
took its final destination.
And it did!
Crashing head on
into the dust bin.
There were no survivors!
Thank goodness the screams were silent!

Reviews

[barleygirl]

Hilarious! I was taking you seriously at first, since my poems often swerve into unintended territory. Just that alone would've sufficed as a fulsome message to a bunch of writers. But then your poem goes further & further into the ditch, as if to illustrate the process, as if to show instead of tell. I love the way your scene grows more dramatic & emphatic as you reach the end! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Chris Shaw]

What a wonderful thought Andrew. A verse Doctor for sick poems. Not only could I employ him, but would probably have enough stuff for a couple of other medics to practice on. Some poems may survive, others might at last be buried for good. Imaginative and relatable work.

Chris

[andrew mitchell]

Lol I think you do quite alright with your writing. No visits for you. Thanks Chris

[duck]

its what makes a poet unique. best line for me was swerving the rational thoughts.