Tuesday, December 22, 2015

The Book

There's a finely bound book on the counter
with my name in gilt on the cover.
Its empty pages flutter
in a wind that isn't there.

The floor is thick with scattered
verses, curses, haphazard
lines, and rhymes that I've gathered.
My name is guilt in the air.

For The Tuesday Platform at Real Toads

17 comments:

Magaly Guerrero said...

You've painted such a relatable picture... ♥

Carol Campbell said...

Guilt feelings invade so sneakily and then before we know it we're consumed!

Sylvia K said...

So true and no one says/writes it better!! Enjoy your week, MZ!!

Fireblossom said...

I know that feeling, and hate it! BUT, it always passes, and something brilliant shows up.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

I've read that book, and yes, there are many empty fluttering pages. You capture the duty and obligation perfectly. My poem is on a similar subject. Happy Xmas, love, Mosk

Outlawyer said...

Awww. Fine to flutter but no need for the guilt. Though gilt can be worrisome too, I guess! Take care,MZ, thanks for all the lovely poems this year. k.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Oh but when I read these words, I saw the book with your name on it as a PROMISE, the empty pages just waiting for your words. I expect it will see publication in 2016. Smiles.

Gail said...

Guilt...I know that feeling!

Merry Christmas.

Sioux said...

I agree with Sherry--I am expecting a book of yours in 2016.

Kerry O'Connor said...

For me, you have captured the moment we must all recognise, when considering all our time spent writing and not really understanding to what end. That incomplete book says it all.

Susie Clevenger said...

I think you've written what every writer feels at times. I feel guilt I haven't written well or I haven't written at all.

blueoran said...

The poem everywhere but {there} where time by death are bound. Yet.

hedgewitch said...

A book is never hollow, though it may be banal or useless on the surface, even the worst contains some sort of grace of transmission(well, except maybe for Bill O'Reilly's)--and poems such as you can write are unique and a great gift, whether they have a substance at times to oneself or not--guilt is the last thing you need to feel. Unless of course, it helps you write more. Thanks for your work, MZ--it is always amazing to me what you do with such economy and vision.

kaykuala said...

That is how it had been for the year now closing. The ensuing year ahead should be opening up with lots of potential. Merry Christmas MZ!

Hank

Ostensible Truth said...

certainly a feeling I can empathise with, I feel like I have a library of such books drifting around, housing lost verses that don't really have a place...

Susan said...

What we cannot capture between the covers of those books is a conundrum for all of us! God gave us the task of reaching for the words, blessed be the effort that grows from the seed of living a full life.

Marian said...

Oh man, I so appreciate this but let's let that shit go.