Obsession

With no cover ups, let me be frank
At times my mind goes utterly blank.
When I sit down to write a poem
From topic to topic, my mind does roam
But nothing comes to spark off a rhyme
Often I feel the words do not chime
Today as I sat down to write something,
I ended up conjuring nothing.

No thoughts came to stir up my brain
And no topic I found- save my strain.
But I wasn’t ready to willfully give up
And waited impatient for my mind to clear up
I thought I shall settle with ‘Compassion’
But alas, it was charged with no passion.

The urge to write had grown into a fad
And I felt I was growing altogether mad
Feeling feverish with a compelling obsession
I was moving to a state of aggression
Driven by a fiery fancy to express
And a tormenting desire unable to suppress
With a mental state somewhat fierce
I climbed up and down the stairs.

I stood upside down and raked my head
So that a little poem, into it would be fed
Feeling dizzy, I stood suddenly upright
But on my head hung a heavy weight
I poured some water over my head
But knew my fever hadn’t fled
Madly pacing across the room
I tripped and fell down on a broom
Rising, I screamed with all my might
Making the household ring in fright.

‘What the hell is it?’ I did shout
And wriggled in pain as from gout
In mad frenzy, I ran round the house
No one knew the reason for my fuss
Soon it dawned on me that I needed some rest
For I was far more than stressed
So I sat down and closed my eyes
Thinking, attempting to squeeze out a poem is unwise.

I don’t know how long I sat in meditation
On waking up I got a fresh direction
From the grip of an entangling rigor
I restored my sanity and vigor

The sun had gone out of sight
And the moon was beautiful and bright
It was already growing late
And I put off my futile fight.

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Joseph P. DiMino

May 4, 2026 at 8:50 AM

Wonderful and relatable. True creation comes from a mystery unsolvable. Often I think we are only conduits, letter carriers for a dimension far out of mortal privy -- writing our way to reach and understand something totally incomprehensible to the human mind and heart. You get a FAV!

Sotto Poet

May 4, 2026 at 8:16 AM

I poured some water over my head But knew my fever hadn’t fled Madly pacing across the room I tripped and fell down on a broom. A wonderful poem with such great diction and many layers of metaphor. Best wishes for the contest

Yann Rolland

May 4, 2026 at 2:06 AM

beautiful english, and deep message, sometimes better sleep than write stupidities i never insist wishes

Ink Empress

May 4, 2026 at 2:02 AM

Dear sweet valsa, What an honest and sincere poem this is, written from your heart like always, i absolutely love the rhymes here and how youv expressed throughout, sometimes words just do not come easy, and as someone who needs to write everyday, i feel your frustration. I love the flow of your poem and your poetry always shines for me for the way you dont try but how seamlessly you weave! I hope you are doing well. Pleasure reading! Sending you light always

Bj Legros Kelley

May 4, 2026 at 1:50 AM

Oh my goodness Valsa, I read this poem, laughing my head off, and decided to start over and just read it out loud to my husband so he would know why I was laughing, out loud. He laughed right along with me! This was such a surprise, I know you write of vivid beauty, but now you are writing a fine comedy! I needed the laugh, this is a fave, fantastically written!