Victor Buhagiar Poet Free verse

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A Failed Poetic Attempt

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.

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Judy Ball June 30, 2021 at 2:28 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

M. L. Kiser June 27, 2021 at 8:06 PM Sadly beautiful, with feeling. "It's really a demise of thought, a flare that never storms,' powerful.

Eve Roper June 25, 2021 at 10:08 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.

Kim Rodrigues June 25, 2021 at 3:39 AM You are a lovely poet, my friend!

Andrea Dietrich June 24, 2021 at 5:16 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.

Alexis Y. June 24, 2021 at 5:29 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

Mystic Rose Rose June 23, 2021 at 3:57 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, :)

Beryl Edmonds June 23, 2021 at 12:31 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

Linda Milgate June 23, 2021 at 12:00 PM So many interesting combinations of thought and complex word play. Very impressive

Evelyn Judy Buehler June 23, 2021 at 11:28 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 :)

Unseeking Seeker June 23, 2021 at 8:21 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.

Sotto Poet June 23, 2021 at 7:42 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

Sara Kendrick June 23, 2021 at 6:33 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

Delice Arleen Skelly June 23, 2021 at 6:11 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

Christuraj Alex June 23, 2021 at 5:39 AM Beautiful. I enjoy reading your poems.

Vijay Pandit June 23, 2021 at 4:56 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.

Regina Mcintosh June 23, 2021 at 2:33 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

Tom Cunningham June 23, 2021 at 2:04 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

Joanna Daniel June 23, 2021 at 1:18 AM Thought-provoking write, Victor:) you have done well, this is not a failed attempt, it's an enchanting eye-opening poem:)