I try to tell it to anyone who listens like it is,
Not sounding false like other people’s fizz.
It’s all as true sounding as I can truly make it.
Nobody likes the dull parts, so then I just fake it,
Whether I am talking through a hole in the wind,
Or writing down poems that I can hardly rescind.
The story that I send forth is as good as it gets,
Even the warts and boils come with no regrets.
Nobody told me that I had a story worth tellin’;
Nobody suggested I had anything worth sellin’.
That’s why I’ve ended up giving all away free;
Even my friends pass when they know it’s just me.
When the right time comes, I’ll put the pen down,
Wipe off the grease paint smile like a sad clown.
WOW! WHAT A WONDERFUL SHARING, THOUGH SAD TO THE EYES A VICTORY FOR THE CLOWN. I GUESS TO HIM IT NEVER WAS ABOUT THE MONEY HE JUST DID WHAT CAME NATURALLY...WITH THE GREASE PAINT OR WITHOUT IT. ENJOYED. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
I will write until I can no longer do so. Sure, there have been times I've needed the grease paint just to "get through stuff" and am relieved when I can wipe it off and show my true self through my words. 'Enjoyed as always.
Everybody who is foolhardy enough to think what he/she scribbles down in poetry, novels, whatever, wears that "Grease Paint Smile. It is a good smile, and hopefully a genuine one through it all.
You told us loads about yourself in this one. I'm with you about writing. Will not put my pen down until I can't anymore. And as far as what my work is worth? Only what someone who reads it cherishes.
We give away our precious prose for nothing. Not even a thanks. If we're lucky, we get a tacky review on Amazon. For mere pennies, we sweat through pain and tears to create our opus. But we still do it. There's no other way. We have to do it. We have no choice. We must write.
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Robin Ouzman Hislop's poetry is certainly in dialogue with some of the key architects of the 'poetics of indeterminacy' – both the Modernist strands represented by the likes of Beckett and Stein, and the postmodernist strands represented, initially,
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Jane
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we do what we do, in spite of the frowns.