A Quill

"Scratch, Quills of God". Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra Rhymes scream like cats and wriggle out of my arms. Words hide and sick. The stanza’s end comes to dead-end… Oh, devilish standoff of plans and pens! The spirit leaves me and unfinished sonnet bleeds. The crumpled piece of paper and another one… Why would I write at all? What in the hell is this - an intellectual sick, a fad, a good way to increase a self-esteem or just a sublimation of repressed libido? Or maybe I crave fame? A golden dust in spotlights, Mr. Nobel, the tuxedo, etcetera… Alas, the cause is quite conspicuous: a quill cannot but write. 7/4/2019 Writing Challenge 2, November - A Poem Meaningful - Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode

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Constance La France

Date: 11/20/2019 3:48:00 PM

Kurt congratulations on your win in my writing challenge with this wonderful write!

Kurt Ravidas
Date: 11/21/2019 12:47:00 AM

Thank you, D.H. God bless you, your contests and your contestants)

Georgia Kereopa

Date: 7/31/2019 5:27:00 AM

Kurt, loved reading and ended with a flourish of your quill

Ann Foster

Date: 7/13/2019 12:45:00 PM

"cannot but write" immortal words. I love them. Wonderful read. Ann

Robert Lindley

Date: 7/8/2019 7:04:00 AM

A fav is this gem..

Robert Lindley

Date: 7/8/2019 7:02:00 AM

I for one am glad that you are addicted to poetry same as am I my friend. Let aching pen cast its brilliant ink. For what is a man if he does not think. Does not express his true heartfelt desires. Refuses to stir life and loving fires.

Kim Rodrigues

Date: 7/5/2019 10:29:00 AM

Great and I love the end for the quill can do naught but write.

Kurt Ravidas
Date: 7/5/2019 3:03:00 PM

What about insomnias, Kim? I'm sure you know what they are. Or, say, writer's blocks... May I ask you a question? For what? What do quills scratch for? Hoping, it wasn't all for nothing.

Kim Rodrigues
Date: 7/5/2019 10:31:00 AM

I am always writing even when I am doing something else. The words cannot be suppressed! I hold onto them until I can find my tablet or paper.

Connie Marcum Wong

Date: 7/4/2019 3:37:00 PM

To try to suppress words that flow is next to impossible for a poet."a quill cannot but write." Is so true Kurt. I enjoyed this and can relate. Wonderful! xxoo : )