The Writer and the Mess
In the realm of writers where words fly
one challenge dims their light.
For in the midst of the poems that adorn the pen,
They have a hard time keeping their dins clean.
The mind of a writer is a wonderful place.
Rich in ideas, they follow enthusiastically.
But sadly, while they invent verse, stories and prose,
The chaos around them only increases.
The legendary Dorothy Parker lived in a mess.
Her words ignited a literary fire. However, anywhere she lived,
was appalling, cluttered, unkept. She had a dog and
One can imagine how that went over with guests.
Books scattered in a random pile,
Papers scattered like forgotten footprints.
Ink stains and coffee spills on the floor,
A testament to the writer’s creative promise.
The desk is decorated with notes and doodles.
A tapestry of thoughts, ideas and puzzles.
But in this artistic frenzy, order is lost,
Because cleanliness paid the highest price.
The writer's heart is a stormy sea,
A place where inspiration flies wild and free.
And though words may leap and surprise,
A decent home is only a distant concept.
The pen is an extension of the writer’s soul,
They are focused on stories yet to be told.
Dust accumulates on the floor, dishes pile up,
But the world of characters created is fascinating.
So, dear writers, don't worry about the visible mess.
Accept the chaos and let your mind run free.
Because of the tangled threads of a creative mind
A masterpiece is created word for word, not with a vacuum cleaner.
If we can, we hire someone to clean up our mess;
much like Daisy in The Great Gatsby.
About this poem
Every writer and poet I've known or read about, and I know there are exceptions, seem to live amongst clutter. This poem is about that mess.
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Written on June 28, 2023
Submitted by skhutch on June 28, 2023
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Closest metre | Iambic hexameter |
Characters | 1,575 |
Words | 315 |
Stanzas | 9 |
Stanza Lengths | 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 2 |
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