..miscellaneous ramblings from a demented mind...
If you don't understand this, not to worry, as neither do I...?
Am I just another inmate in the madhouse of life?
As I ramble on, I never did of a treatise sworn.
The power of the pen, more so than a nuclear bomb.
Of family I have none, mostly of my own undoing, sometimes it hurts,
sometimes it brings calm.
Eatin’ while still alive,
Torn apart by sharp claws,
Limbs ripped away in violent jerks,
Screaming in excrutiating pain,
Might be part of insanities perks.
My writing desire of late,
Has been dry as dead leaves,
I’ve not felt the muse-ual draw,
I honestly thought my life as a writer had gone to seed.
I felt bad as someone had paid for my membership.
Now I could not pay them back, as it were.
Apparently I was wrong; there still exists a light within.
Could I be the next Hemingway, Emerson or Thoreau?
The answer to that is a resounding NO!!
Am I herein complaining or just relating a few truths?
Your honesty is refreshing. I think the reason you can't get to the point of view of Hemingway, Emerson or Thoreau is just that, point of view. Your point of view is very personal, turned inward on yourself. Those great writers wrote about the moving issues of their time and not about themselves (I may be wrong, some of them may have written some introspective work).
Once you stop writing about yourself and start writing about an ancient fisherman's battle for life, poems about the beauty of nature, or an analogy of men's lives to those of ants, you may write something great that will put you in a class with those great writers.
A few truths won't hurt. No, you don't want to be Hemingway, Emerson, or Thoreau, enough that you be yourself and pour forth what's on your mind. We are here for you, awaiting your insights into the highs and lows of life. John
Ed... It's been said that the most miserable people are those who care only about themselves, understand only their own troubles, and see only their own perspective. Surround yourself with positive minds, and each day purpose to be the best YOU you can be. Peace... r
You and I think pretty much alike on this issue, Ed. We may not be a "Hemingway, Emerson or Thoreau," but we are us, and honestly, some of our poetry can stand up against any of the three. The great poems you see published of theirs here and now is good, of course. But what about those poems they do not publish? Their earlier poems. They had their trashy (for the day) poetry also.
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Deborah
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Jane
Once you stop writing about yourself and start writing about an ancient fisherman's battle for life, poems about the beauty of nature, or an analogy of men's lives to those of ants, you may write something great that will put you in a class with those great writers.
Ron
None of us may equal a pimple on the arses of
Those Greats, but occasionally, we do a few that
That tempt the Furies or the Fates !
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