Poets Anonymous

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Hi, my name is Cara and I am a poemaholic
It’s only been 24 hours since my last sonnet
And it’s been 13 days since the last time I’ve
used the words coruscant and tattered in a line

The reason I am here is because it’s ruining my life
Even if I am not writing I am obsessed and dreaming
about my next theme. I read dictionaries in my free time
I have rhymezone and thesaurus.com bookmarked
I subscribe to not one or two but three words of the day

I think of all the wonderful haikus and villanelles
That I am missing out on if I am not writing poetry
It’s even started affecting my love life and my job
Dirty dishes have piled up my cat is starving and thin
At work I am super paranoid that my boss can smell
my duplicitous words on my breath or she’ll see the ink
splotches on my fingertips from writing all night

Like an octopus I have perfected the art of blending in
But lately my addiction has become harder to hide
I know it’s bad when I start making metaphors
that don’t make sense like the time I screamed fire
in an empty theater or the cold, outside pouring rain

I’ve even taken to whiskey to slow down my desirous burn
I’m desperate. At my weakest I started asking around about meth
I have never tried it but I’m sure it’ll help me–to write even more
See there I go again! It’s not like I am even good at being a poet
I don’t smoke,I don’t wear a fedora, I don’t write about my sphincter
and I’m in a stable relationship. Where’s the poetry in any of that?

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by moderation
That does not make a compelling opening first stanza of a poem
Anything to distract me. I even tried getting back on facebook
I figured I could fake getting into all the derpy gifs and vapid memes
And adopting them into something that really expresses how I feel
I resorted to watching an NBA basketball game sober with no live crowds
Sadly it only reminded me of my poetry that no one ever reads

I have taken the first step and still have 11 more to go but I can do this
I will start by making amends to everyone that I have hurt with my poems
I am ready to make a real change and start weaving my invisible chrysalis
Emerging as a carpenter, theoretical physicist or please God, anything else

Published by subversopus

I am a loveable and squeezable poet and writer. I live in beautiful Oregon with my cat and boyfriend. I love long distance hiking and have completed the entire lengths of the Appalachian Trail (2002, 2014) The Pacific Crest Trail (2012) and the Continental Divide Trail in (2013). Please check out my blog, ThetigressAwakens.wordpress.com and my poetry only blog, Everydayoneironaut.wordpress.com. Cheers and have a kick ass day!!!

33 thoughts on “Poets Anonymous”

  4. There is help …
    somewhere, I’m sure.
    I chased a dragon to a far
    off mountain top, but there
    was nothing but inspiration
    for more writing.
    I also am on my knees, and
    in a literary state of despair.
    So, if you find a cure, or even
    a placebo, let me know.
    Show me that you care 💛

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    1. Wow!!!!!! A million thanks over for reblogging this!!! Been having a tough week thus far so it’s nice to have an unexpected act of kindness!!! My huge appreciations!!!!!!!!!!!!

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      1. Thats a great problem to have Ingrid!!! Rhyming is much more difficult for me than free verse. You and others here pull it off wonderfully…mine either will just come out or if I try to force a rhyme they end up sounding like something Mother Goose would write. : )

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  11. Your poem is so relatable and plump with humour, Cara! We are all poemaholics round here so that must mean earthweal and all the other prompt sites are on-line Poets Anonymous meetings – which is cool! Now I’m retired, I don’t have to worry about anyone smelling my ‘duplicitous words on my breath’ or seeing the ‘ink splotches on my fingertips from writing all night’ – I have all day to indulge my addiction, although morning is my favourite time to write – UK time, so perhaps we are writing at around the same moment. I really identify with the lines:
    ‘I don’t smoke,I don’t wear a fedora, I don’t write about my sphincter
    and I’m in a stable relationship. Where’s the poetry in any of that?’

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    1. Right on Kim!! I’m envious about the retirement part!!!! I have totally become addicted to writing and reading poetry and we have wordpress to blame ; )
      Hope you have a beautiful weekend and most likely we both be working on the new Eartweal prompt on Monday!!! Looking forward to it!!! Cheers

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  12. Yes, no meth, please, and feed your poor cat, but i grinned all the way through this……as far as a stable relationship, that is so foreign to some of us, you could write about that and leave us in wonderment, so lots of scope there. This poem was a total hoot. I love it!

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  14. You make an eloquent case both for the need for a Poets Anonymous and why it can never exist. Poetry is such a solitary adventure that its fellowship of sufferers only gets as close as distant applause, and poets die of that all the time. (The distance, I mean.) And what could we renounce poetry for? That’s the second problem there’s no power greater than it. Not to poets. If surrender is the only escape (what I learned in real AA), then silence is answer to the next villanelle and its impassible walls. And therein lies the joy of your poem and the clink of our collective glasses. Thanks so for bringin’ it to earthweal. Cheers. – Brendan

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    1. I deeply appreciate your take and response to my poem. Like Jane pointed out I won’t ever take the pledge. Also my respect to you for going through AA…something I wasn’t able to accomplish. I am extremely pleased I stumbled upon your blog in this space. I have already learned comments like yours and your posters of worlds and poems, and imagery not imagined by myself. It’s nice to take part in such an intelligent and talented group of people that you have managed to attract to your space. Cheers indeed, friend!!

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  15. Don’t try to convert. It’s not worth it. Basket ball? How can watching TV ever come close to the thrill of inventing a string of words nobody else has thought of before?
    Made me smile, as I know you won’t ever take the pledge.

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    1. Lol…at basketball!! You are right on the thrill of putting words and images not thought of before. Glad to find so many like minded people through Earthweal….my deepest appreciation for your read and take on my poem. Hugs!

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