Debra Squyres Poet Rhyme

Nine Conceptions

Nine tiny verses sitting on the table go unfinished
Set aside until the day my muse is replenished
Little bits and bobs of words written without rhyme
Trivial ideas scattered about to revisit when I’ve time

Trifling thoughts scribbled down over a month or two
Left alone gathering dust until more words come through
Nine scraps of different paper sit within my sight
Waiting, uncaring, for when I feel the timing right

Poems beginning and never ending remain the poet's plight


Written for the “9” writers contest. 1/10/13

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Bukang Liwayway January 22, 2013 at 3:52 AM awesome write friend Debra. Congratulations on your big win :) Hugs, maria

Ralph Taylor January 20, 2013 at 5:34 PM Congrats on your win, Deb. - Ralph

David Fisher January 20, 2013 at 1:40 PM This was a very nice write. Those bits of startups sure come in handy when we feel stuck in the gutter on writer's block.

Christopher Bunton January 20, 2013 at 12:37 PM Congratulations on your win!

Poet Destroyer A January 20, 2013 at 10:00 AM Debra , :-) CONGRATULATIONS on a poem well done. Nice nice nine lines in Tracie's :-) " #9 " awesome contest... love always ~PD

Len Gasun January 19, 2013 at 6:56 PM Congratulations on your big win my dear Debra! love/hugs, Leonora

Joe Maverick January 12, 2013 at 1:35 AM A real good write on the writers craft Debra; thank you for your visit to my Page and welcome comment..)

Carrie Richards January 11, 2013 at 6:41 PM I see my own poems half started, surrounding me...never quite seem to get them all completed...I love the way you counted 9 of your own for this contest.......but don't give up on them...you have a gift of poetry! :)

Phyllis Babcock January 11, 2013 at 12:25 PM You have that so right that those little pieces of paper are to be found all around. Lovely poem. Need that muse to start showing up more. Been a dry spell lately. love phyl

Sara Kendrick January 11, 2013 at 12:24 PM Reads like a winner to me..Enjoyed reading this morn..Sometimes that idea comes incomplete doesn't it..I am glad that I chose this one to read..Thanks for your visits at my work..Sara

Irfana Ali Bhat January 11, 2013 at 12:12 PM all poets experience this plight.....very well written...:)))

Harry Horsman January 11, 2013 at 5:11 AM Debra this is exactly how i write my poetry,, some of mine started years ago... love how you wrote this little wonder...

Richard Lamoureux January 10, 2013 at 4:31 PM Some poems almost write themselves and others require some stuggle. This is a good one. Thanks for visiting and commenting on my Hello Kitty poem. Good luck on this contest. Debra Squyres January 10, 2013 at 4:56 PM I find it a task to go back to one. I like it when the words flow freely and are not forced. I find poetry and writing becomes a chore, as well as unpleasant, when I force them into being. Though I often have to re-write many. Thanks for dropping by !!

Robert Johnson January 10, 2013 at 4:10 PM The past can't change, but the future can. That was conceptually what a line said on the bottom of a Menards flyer. :) Debra Squyres January 10, 2013 at 4:53 PM The future is tomorrow and I see no sight of it changing from what is today. No matter how I wish it so..but their is never "No Hope".

Robert Johnson January 10, 2013 at 4:06 PM Bits and pieces fill up a day. And in the end, a poets words will have their way. Your rhythem and rhyme are excelent Debra. And you wrapped this one up nicely. :) Debra Squyres January 10, 2013 at 4:54 PM Thank you my friend...!!