Phyllis Babcock Poet Free verse

Blank Paper

I took a pen and  piece of paper
Looked at the blank page before my eyes
Thoughts came in hurried nano seconds
 Nothing captured or captivated the mind

The pen twirled in my fingers
Round and round like a spinning top
Words and images passed in fleeting fragments
Yet nothing concrete formed within

The page remained blank
I stared off into space
 Space did not give inspiration
Words seemed beyond my reach

I began to doddle and rhyme words
Maybe this might give me hope
It became more like a game
Rhyming as many words as I could

Writing was not going as planned
My paper filled with scrambled words 
I put it away in my collection
Only to pull it out as fast as I put it away


05/07/15

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Connie Marcum Wong July 7, 2015 at 7:16 PM Ahhh the pitfalls of a poet Barbara. You never know when inspiration will hit and you have to carry a pen or pencil with you at all times. I write some of my poetry at stop lights in my car. LOL. I enjoyed this and can relate. Hugs, Connie Phyllis Babcock July 7, 2015 at 7:39 PM thank you for your comment Connie and yes I need inspiration to hit.

Ralph Sergi July 6, 2015 at 7:11 PM Hi Barbara: A beautiful poem to which I can relate. My mind atrophies at one point then all of a sudden I write 3 poems. And I only get one N/A in a contest. haha Phyllis Babcock July 7, 2015 at 7:37 PM thank you for your comment Ralph.

James Peranteau July 5, 2015 at 4:14 PM Since the age of 12 Phyllis, I have not had the pleasure of thinking before I write. The word's form within my dome and store for future use. When the word's over stuff in my brain, they start to drip out and my digit's lift pen and find new storage space for the raining word's; invented books. Or, maybe I never took the time to think up poetry, hm. I struggle terribly with math though dear poet ! *smiles* Have a wonderful week......much love, james Phyllis Babcock July 6, 2015 at 10:09 AM Maybe that is my problem I tend to over think and wonder about my words a bit of that perfectionist coming out in me. Ha ha I struggle with math and my guys all excel in it. Have a wonderful week too. love phyl

Jan Allison July 5, 2015 at 4:06 PM oh gosh Phyllis I've not written for nearly 2 weeks so can relate to this big time! :-) Hugs Jan xx Phyllis Babcock July 6, 2015 at 10:03 AM Sometimes writing just does not come. Guess that is why we have lots of pieces of paper around. love phyl

Tim Smith July 5, 2015 at 2:10 PM A perfectly penned piece on the struggles of trying to resuscitate our muse. When I am struggling I try to come up with one line. It doesn't have to be the first and try to work off of that. Phyllis Babcock July 6, 2015 at 10:04 AM Thanks for your advice. Will have to try a line and see what rolls in. love phyl

Anne-Lise Andresen July 5, 2015 at 1:24 PM .... Sometimes the words come with a puff ...... other times they hide away .... a lovely write it became anyhow ... as always, dear Phyllis :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :) Phyllis Babcock July 6, 2015 at 10:06 AM Thanks for always reading my poems Anne Lise. hugs phyl

Kim Merryman July 5, 2015 at 1:23 PM Don't give up, Phyllis! Try googling "poetry prompts". There are all kind of sites out there that have ideas to spark your creativity. This is a good start. At least you were able to put into words the struggle you are having. Love, Kim Phyllis Babcock July 6, 2015 at 10:07 AM Thanks Kim and will not give up just fumbling at the moment. thanks my friend for you kind words. love phyl