The girls all want you write a poem for them. And the guys all want you to write poems for them to give to girls who want poems written for them.
Really, it ain’t that easy. There is a such thing as inspiration. In order to be there, I have to feel it. Lucid images and concepts need to prance through my brain and touch upon what I’d like to believe is my soul.
No moment of Zen
Brute force can’t cut the mustard
finger tips sweating
You try to explain this to the girls who want poems written for them pronto. They don’t understand the poetic impulse. Hackneyed lines like “It’s not you, it’s me” have never been more true. It has to flow au naturel. There is no force involved. I don’t command the muse. The muse commands me.
And yes such a thing
as inspiring the muses
is reality
They never understand although a few of them does inflame the muse later on down the road. We need to inspire and provoke to gently arouse the gemlike flame.
Now as for the guys that want me to write poems for them to give to girls that want poems written for them. Well, folks, I’m not even gonna touch that one.
Thanks
I really really needed a chuckle ~S~
I try to enjoy a few chuckles
I try to enjoy a few chuckles every day. They say it's good for the soul.