Poetry / ABC's

I find inspiration pretty much the same way you do, writing.  By far the best thing, like your poem shows, is experience.

Talk about a ramble, but in a good way.  I often begin a piece and have no idea where to go after the first few lines.  So I put it aside and begin something else.  In the end I find I have a handful of beginings and nothing more.  What to do with them?  Where to find the inspiration t finish them?  While this may just be a splatter of what is in your mind at the moment it is done in such a way that it makes sense.  Atleast to me it does.  I think it’s great that you can make something from what seems like nothing.  Keep up the good work.

Inspiration comes hard sometimes my friend.

This isn’t poetry as much as a non fiction piece on how you get inspiration.

For structure try being a little more rigid with grammatical errors, proofread before you publish.
Should i practice yoga?
I can never get my breath right-
No, i don’t smoke…
Cigarettes…

The lowercase i really got my attention away from the poem.

Good work.

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September 13, 2006

by Mrbeer

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i suppose non fiction is overrated…

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So I believe this is a person trying to let summer days slip pass.  And when he/she does, it’s a job well done?   I like it, it’s relaxing just enough to make the reader believe things will simply fall into place.  Even the grammatical errors don’t matter.  The pace seemed very thought out and was real chill.  For no real reason I’m interested in knowing where a day and night like this happen.  I’m glad I gave this a read!

a f*ing success mate! honest as well.

I skipped passed ‘ABC’s’ a couple of times on your page, only reading the first few lines. But now it makes complete sense with the dogs and all. and I’m thinking about walking my dog too. very neat metaphor, perfect because its so true. anyway, I think walking can be a yoga if you fuse your mind with a chosen object.

true with the summer and the melting, particularly whilst under the influence of dogs, and especially when square one is involved.

I’m interested, did the bouncing burning idea on the stove really happen?

The yoga stanza fitted painfully right for me. Its just too weird you seemed to exactly describe my day, my paradox, and eventually the air of my night.

How optimistic do you think simply seeing the day out- to watch the
shadows shift and fade out really is? I’m still undecided.

You should read some of my work, it comes out much more whimsical and less honest than yours, but it seems like the very same things trigger it. Read ‘seedy perfume’ and ‘labyrinthantime’.

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September 01, 2006

by Mrbeer

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yeah, i was too hungry and never full…

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