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A Failed Poetic Attempt

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Is my mind an accident of the metaphysical, of fragile pain, uncertain life or follies of desires? Abstractions attract me like flies to honey, vacillating theories seems to me like a refuge, trying to grab air where only vacuum exists. The creativity in me rebels as my mind accuses my heart of the mediocrity of my serendipitous poems that often flow from splinted quills of my bureau. I strive to write a grand mythical masterpiece but know my heart will never release its pent up lore. It's really a demise of thought, a flare that never storms, diverting my soul from random, useful conceptions to microscopic flaws and nebulous products of imagination and flounder on more mundane affairs that blight the spirit. Strive as I wish, I can write no more….for now.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2021




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Date: 6/30/2021 2:28:00 PM
I know the feeling well my friend. You have the feeling inside you but the words won't come to describe your thoughts. Well done, God Bless, JB
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Date: 6/27/2021 8:06:00 PM
Sadly beautiful, with feeling. "It's really a demise of thought, a flare that never storms,' powerful.
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Date: 6/25/2021 10:08:00 AM
Our feelings of love and emptiness, beauty and ugliness we see stirs our pen to write sometimes other times it just makes us angry to write.
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Date: 6/25/2021 3:39:00 AM
You are a lovely poet, my friend!
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Date: 6/24/2021 5:16:00 PM
that is the most important thing, what you said at the end "for now" Because you will always come through with more amazing poetry, Victor.
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Date: 6/24/2021 5:29:00 AM
Hi Victor, This wasn't a failed attempt, my friend. Sometimes the words just, and other times they don't. However, when I view your work, I am not disappointed:-) Alexis
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Date: 6/23/2021 3:57:00 PM
Ah, but you just wrote the beginning of a masterpiece, now all you need is a good middle and ending. Your words flow so nice here, :)
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Date: 6/23/2021 12:31:00 PM
That’s poetry for you Victor, sometimes the muse flows, other times it comes and goes before you’ve put pen to paper. It’s a mighty fine write… Belle
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Date: 6/23/2021 12:00:00 PM
So many interesting combinations of thought and complex word play. Very impressive
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Date: 6/23/2021 11:28:00 AM
I love the times when poetry seems to flow effortlessly from my pen. But alas, it isn't always like that. Your well crafted poem captures frustrated creativity extremely well. Blessings, Evelyn :)
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Date: 6/23/2021 8:21:00 AM
What we write but a resonation with chosen vibration and as such the writers block is when we become a doer, a writer … rather than a conduit, reflecting the light.
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Date: 6/23/2021 7:42:00 AM
A beautifully written poem. It is not a failed attempt; Dear Victor, it is a marvelous poem that is exciting and breathtaking. My heart is being accused of mediocrity by my mind, and my creativity is rebelling against that.This is going to my Fave. Blessings and regards
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Date: 6/23/2021 6:33:00 AM
Yes, I get carried away in small things so often that my family doesn't understand where I am mentally. I love to be in nature but I don't get out there as much anymore. Thanks for the visits to my page. I enjoyed reading this free verse work. Sara
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Date: 6/23/2021 6:11:00 AM
The creativity in me rebels as my mind accuses my heart of the mediocrity of my serendipitous poems...... These lines resonate with me, It's a feeling I am familiar with.....Delice
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Date: 6/23/2021 5:39:00 AM
Beautiful. I enjoy reading your poems.
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Date: 6/23/2021 4:56:00 AM
You speak well for the man sitting alone deep in thoughts--failed on not. This poem is true for most who often face demise of musings-- until another day. Well articulated poem, Victor.
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Date: 6/23/2021 2:33:00 AM
Very thoughtfully done... yes, sometimes writing comes easy, a flow, while others, it is stagnated and gray, forced... I enjoyed your words. God bless you .... Love, Gina
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Date: 6/23/2021 2:04:00 AM
How often we walk down that road where the mind is feeling creative but not so our heart, without harmony within we flounder. Tom
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Date: 6/23/2021 1:18:00 AM
Thought-provoking write, Victor:) you have done well, this is not a failed attempt, it's an enchanting eye-opening poem:)
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