"A true writer must write. Ink is in their veins." By Poet
H=How do we mingle,
O=Over at your place?
W=Writing away.
T=To write a funny limerick,
O=Ode poems work for me.
M=Mingle with friends is fun,
I=In the world of words.
N=Never knowing where it will take us,
G=Going from humor to sad.
L=Laughing until we cry,
E=Editing every page.
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A word was lost
in a sentence vast.
The eye that read it
moved too fast.
It shed a tear
for it's daddy dear.
Writer, writer,
why'd you put me here?
Bad scripts need work, develop plot
With strong clean dialogue
That is hot
Memorized lines acting poetic
Trying to be the
Heroic
Character playing a role
Moving in the show
For the gold
Since when reels unspool
Cinema is cool
some nights I pause
and actually believe
it would be easy
to rewind the film
to rewrite my day
maybe even my life
while some might toss
the old one aside
and try a new script
I'd prefer to
take my scissors
and make edits
and mostly what I'd do
is stretch the time
I spent with you
AP: 2nd place 2021, Honorable Mention 2026, Honorable Mention 2021
Submitted on June 11, 2021 for contest ALL YOURS (JUN 12) sponsored by BRIAN STRAND - RANKED 1ST
Jack Segal (who wrote the lyrics for the song “Scarlet Ribbons”), whose songwriting workshop I attended way back in the 80's, used to say, “sometimes we have to murder our darlings”. What he meant by this was, sometimes, as writers, we have to cut out the parts that we're personally in the most love with for the sake of the whole work. That's the concept on which this poem is based.
So Many Darlings
I have murdered so many “darlings”
that I should be in prison for 10 thousand lives
As a novelist I have killed men, women, and children.
Given my blood thirsty nature it's amazing that any survived.
writing is daydreaming on paper or sometimes straight into a computer.
notes crossed out, smacked around, slashed, re-visited, starred, circled,
checked, underlined, slashed out again, retrieved.
after print has happened, it all begins anew. I count the syllables,
make six hundred tally marks on the page, slash out, cross out, circle,
write OKAY in big letters, draw arrows, put Xs, start rearranging.
Using 1, 2, 3, and A, B,C, as I valiantly try to figure out where
the next line is going, or whether to even keep it.
I sit down to figure it out, and decide it will be easier to begin
again, rather than edit what has already been typed. So I begin again,
slashing, dashing, drawing, starring, circling, smacking, cracking,
discarding, resurrecting.
the life of this writer.
Another day starts,
Another day of my life's editing I have
to begin:
New things to write,
Other things to correct and
Some old things to erase!
Yesterday,
The same things I did
I thought that I had finished with
editing
But
New events proved me wrong
Thus
Made me start all over again:
My writing
My correcting
My erasing.
Tomorrow,
Another day will be born
The same procedure I would have
To follow,
You see, my dear friends,
Life is full of lessons:
Some good
Some bad
Some painful
Some pleasant.
Thus
Life is never boring
For
It is always in motion,
Always in constant change
And
Myself have no choice but to keep up with
her pace
So
As life dictates its terms, I have no choice
But to obey
Therefore
I have to keep editing my life in perpetuity if
I don't ish to fall behind!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
25 November 2018
Editing is the slice of life of poets who need commas and periods in works that go inane absurd like Cummings and poets who believe editing and not editing are of the same branch of a treeless tree drifting in the wind
Direness
Tiredness
Willingness
Words words words that triangulate the universe and cause hot soup to become cold soup that then converts itself into alphabet soup creating words words words poetic and otherwise
Life life life full of words and yet pictures and images are needed to freshen up letters that form into words and phrases and sentences and paragraphs etc etc etc
To enhance our book’s creation,
we sought your permission
for your poem’s transformation
to a condensed composition.
Not entirely acquiescent
to our last minute request;
you gave your consent
with tongue-in-cheek protest.
There were other Poets
whose heart-prints were cropped.
It’s painful, we know it,
to have feelings lopped.
Your reply touched our hearts
and our funny-bones too;
We can’t wait to impart
our finished work to you.
My words rewritten
Until they become yours
Grammar syntax
Pages lined with highlighters
Polished to extinction
I will resist
Intentions that are well ment
You want the best for me
Still you do not understand what I ask
I hear you yet I have my own vision
My way is not your way
Still I say what I must say
My rythm is unique to me
I am in what seems the disconnected details
I do make my point
I say what I say
My words have weight and substance
Like a road sign I point in a direction
You see curves in the road
The direction seems unclear
Stop
Wait
There are points of intrest along the way
I do have structure
My mind is clear
I am okay with flaws
They hold the essence of me
I am not asking to be changed
In the end I must be true to me
Every day we edit
What we say and how we act.
If we don’t, then we regret it;
No denying, that’s a fact.
There are people who don’t get it;
They forget to speak with tact.
It can hurt us if we let it
And don’t pause, but just react.
As to editing, some dread it,
Fearing it won’t keep intact
What they meant when they first said it
If finesse, indeed, they lacked.
Each expression, once we’ve read it,
More than likely has been stacked
On another one that’s bled it
Of its power to distract.
Every thought is ours to thread it
And, with needle, help extract
What the world will see instead. It
Is survival’s secret pact.
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