Sticking point

Parched are my thoughts,

tongue tied in knots,

brain denied this

unquenchable knowledge.

Dreams keep me salivating,

awaken empty-minded,

reality just an appetizer – 

the dry uninspired salad.

Before me rests blank paper

with indescribable white noise

ringing aloud between the lines,

magnified inside my hollow head

like nails-on-chalkboard cries.

What brilliant sun offsets 

this colorless quagmire 

sinking slowly under?

Rhymes miss their mark

without a sticking point.

A life coined in the dark

inkwells of a trashed society

foretells the same garbage, 

unraveling as worn 

book-binding,

spine and spirit broken,

cover blown and words 

left unspoken.

About tyler4turtles

I am an avid photographer, poet, ecologist, bookworm, blogger, art enthusiast and runner who calls Montana home but lives in Oregon.
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13 Responses to Sticking point

  1. Emily Bay says:

    This is exploding with feeling. Love it!

    • Thank you, Emily! This is one of my darker poems and I was debating whether or not to post it. Apparently, people like it! As a human being and poet, we can’t always be upbeat and positive and have to be the writers of feelings, truth and reality. I appreciate your kind words and enjoy reading your poetry as well. Hope you are having a wonderful weekend 🙂

  2. Gallivanta says:

    eek; I wanted you to stop at indescribable white noise. Great poem but it was screeching at me like the nails on chalkboard.

    • Thank you! It is a darker poem and not as upbeat and positive as my musings on nature. However, human beings are a mixed bag of emotions and I wouldn’t be true to myself if I didn’t show my doubts and fears. The Avett Brothers (a popular folk rock band over here) said it best in their song, ‘Weight of Lies.’ “I once heard the worst thing a man could do was draw upon the crowd / tell everyone his name with pride and confidence / but leaving out his doubts.”

      • Gallivanta says:

        I agree, the doubts are important. Sometimes I think my posts are too rosy but I actually find it quite hard to photograph the horrible parts of the city. We have been warned that this third year after the first major earthquake will probably be the most difficult so I suppose it’s okay not to want to go to close to the destruction.

  3. Absolutely wonderful, in my opinion. Wow.

  4. Jen E Town says:

    I love this poem,showing your humility and humanness. Inspiration , like a lady, requires her own timetable. She obviously is your friend.

  5. Jen E Town says:

    I woke up this morning thinking about this poem. Lady Inspiration was whispering in your ear the whole time. Brillant

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