{"id":226,"date":"2017-02-02T11:42:05","date_gmt":"2017-02-02T11:42:05","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/montyake.pirat.uk\/?p=226"},"modified":"2018-01-19T11:46:48","modified_gmt":"2018-01-19T11:46:48","slug":"stop-writing-poetry","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/montyake.pirat.uk\/?p=226","title":{"rendered":"Stop Writing Poetry"},"content":{"rendered":"

A friend of mine (hi, Paul!) recently held an anti-poetry evening with some like-minded fans of verse (sporting a \u201cPoetry is Shit\u201d t-shirt) \u2013 it\u2019s quite fitting then that I should stumble upon this little poem that I quite like. As with most poems that I\u2019ve neglected in the past, I don\u2019t truly recall what manner of hard times or thoughts spurred me to write this, but I like it all the same.\u00a0 I might even read this to myself when I am old.<\/span><\/p>\n

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\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>I came into this life I love a month or two before today,<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>Exposed to prose and treated to a wealth of rhyming repartee,<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>I grew, I knew, to woo and do as hopeless men are oft to do,<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>To be romantic in this frantic world so numb and overdue.<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>A week ago I wrote in verse, in pretty pieces on a page,<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>I wrote of love and ever-more, despite my green, untrain\u00e8d age.<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>I prayed in poems, sang in sonnets; lyrics trickled from my pen.<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>It worked a day, then went away, and threatened not to come again.<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>Yesterday I needed, pleaded, grieved and cursed the stars above,<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>Yesterday, I add, I ached and quaked from death of yester-love.<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>If I could see myself as then, pathetic victim of the heart,<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>I\u2019d pity him a second, then direct him to rethink his art.<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>Today I live, as ever did, albeit without poetry,<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>I even love another, though I doubt the love she holds for me.<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>Adult, I go, I row and row along a placid, static stream,<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>It fairs me well, this numbing hell, though truth to tell \u2013 I never dream.<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>Tomorrow, row, and tow, and slow, and go along and long for naught,<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>And be contented, settle, (better things, be gone) have what I\u2019ve got.<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>I\u2019ve chosen to live in this way, this day-by-day, this underwhelm,<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>And look again at yesterday, when love and laughter held the helm.<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>If I could see myself as then, pathetic victim of the heart,<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>I\u2019d smile in understanding that emotion only comes from art;<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>The art of living, and of loving, and of hurting, and of pain;<\/span>
\n<\/span>
\n<\/span>I\u2019d lift him up, this little pup, and tell him: darling, write again.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

A friend of mine (hi, Paul!) recently held an anti-poetry evening with some like-minded fans of verse (sporting a \u201cPoetry is Shit\u201d t-shirt) \u2013 it\u2019s quite fitting then that I should stumble upon this little poem that I quite like. As with most poems that I\u2019ve neglected in the past, I don\u2019t truly recall what manner of hard times or thoughts spurred me to write this, but I like it all the same.\u00a0 I might even read this to myself when I am old.<\/span><\/p>\n

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