Writers' block sometimes is: Writers' block sometimes is necessary to allow the next project to form. Mark Twain described creativity as being like a water well, and when the level ran low, writers' block intervenes until water is resupplied to the expected level. I think of another very famous case of writers' block: a nineteen year old girl was vacationing in Geneva, Switzerland, with four friends for the summer. They decided that each one would write a ghost story, and as soon as the suggestion was made, they all began to put pens to paper. All except the nineteen year old girl: no matter how she tried, she just couldn't come up with an idea. Some time later, she had a terrific nightmare, which kept her up for the rest of the night, and the next morning, at breakfast, she announced that she had thought of a story. As she wrote it, she decided to expand it into a novel. Her name was Mary Shelley, and the short story that came to her during that writers' block, and became a novel, was Frankenstein, and it has never been out of print.
Thank you so much Starward,: Thank you so much Starward, you are very kind. Writer's block is a curse when it decides to stay for a while, hopefully it will leave now. :-)
I applaud the way this fine: I applaud the way this fine poem, in such a brief space, creates both an imagery of winter and, just between the lines, an eerie sense of foreboding. Putting so much into so few lines is, in my opinion, a sign of tremendous verbal skill.
I read this poem, and it: I read this poem, and it confused me just a bit, in the ninth and the last lines.
In the ninth line, the vampire states that he has been grabbed and staked. And yet he continues to talk, I am not seeing the logic. I think most people would cite Dracula, by Bram Stoker, as the most major authority on the vampire legends, due to the thoroughness of his research; and, in each of the stakings described in the novel, the vampires are no longer communicative or active.
In the final line, the vampire states that the world will be better off with one less vampire. Yet, in both Stoker's novel and in Stephen King's novel, Salem's Lot, the vampires seem not only to enjoy their existence, but to believe that they have a right to exist and to feed upon the living. I am just wondering if you could clarify why the vampire in your poem has a sudden change of attitude inconsistent with the legend and the various literary accounts of the last couple of centuries?
I have the same idea with: I have the same idea with mine. However, unlike your towering success of so many publications, none of the folders I have put together so far are in print. Maybe one day.
thank you. The folders are: thank you. The folders are generally put together as books. The ones that are published will have a photo of the cover and a link. The ones with with no cover photo are unpublished and sometimes unfinished. The collections publsihed or waiting on pulbication may or may not have all the poems posted here on postpoems. The folders with a z- include poems not yet included in a collection. I am working through all my old notebooks and new writings and trying to get everything down. There's over 40 years of work and I don't always present material in chronological order. It may not be the best system but I'm too lazy to change anything.
Thank you for the comment. I: Thank you for the comment. I think the Christian Faith has been very severely undermined by two currents of thought in my country: that John 3:16 is the supreme Scripture (it probably is, but not at the expense of the other New Testament books), and that God is a wrathful judge who has to be placated by the death of His Only Son, and by our fear of His anger. I prefer the Orthodox interpretation of Christ's work on the Cross, and their characterization that God loves humanity overwhelmingly. On a Russian Orthodox website, just this very night, I read some words, which I will quote here: "There is absolutely nothing we can do to make God stop desiring us." As one who has been burdened, decades ago, with a sense of sin, and with an idea that God "puts up with me" (the way my own Father put up with me), it is a welcome change, even an excting one, to feel "desirable" in God's own heart. Personally, I believe that the schism between the Western and Eastern Churches cost us, in the West, far more that we have ever fully realized.
Glad to hear that. It hadn't: Glad to hear that. It hadn't always felt that way. Perhaps, no matter what brings on or sustains the silence would eventually give way to the breaking of that silence by some means. Thanks kindly.
This is a very powerful poem,: This is a very powerful poem, and those final two lines are extremely powerful. One can almost hear the silence while reading your words. Excellent!