Kurt Ravidas Poet Rhyme

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 November 20, 2019 at 3:48 PM Kurt congratulations on your win in my writing challenge with this wonderful write! Kurt Ravidas November 21, 2019 at 12:47 AM Thank you, D.H. God bless you, your contests and your contestants)

Georgia Kereopa July 31, 2019 at 5:27 AM Kurt, loved reading and ended with a flourish of your quill

Ann Foster July 13, 2019 at 12:45 PM "cannot but write" immortal words. I love them. Wonderful read. Ann

Robert Lindley July 8, 2019 at 7:04 AM A fav is this gem..

Robert Lindley July 8, 2019 at 7:02 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 July 5, 2019 at 10:29 AM Great and I love the end for the quill can do naught but write. Kurt Ravidas July 5, 2019 at 3:03 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 July 5, 2019 at 10:31 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 July 4, 2019 at 3:37 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 : )