writer's block- caribbean edition
It is terrible, being on an island so beautiful unable
to write a poem for this metropolis of birds singing
in the almond trees or the web of heat wrapped
over flesh & plants & countless fireflies flitting
along my insides & I try to describe the peace of poverty
& I end up making it ugly. Maybe that's why I can't
write what a poet should: my Western ugliness, here,
where a gecko is called a Woodslave & a bird—a Gustav.
How should a mind of city steel & glass begin writing
a poem to an island whose people are only background
for the dripping green bush fed on rivers of cloud water
given by mountains covered in mangos & guavas?
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I'm in the Caribbean again. Trying to write.
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"How should a mind of city steel & glass begin writing
a poem to an island whose people are only background"
This is quite lovely, Roberto.
Fave. Ditto the above.
How indeed...
bravo
Good one, Roberto.*
Great work.
Take me there. Now. Please. But you did... a little bit anyway. Mucho gusto.
Thanks guys! It's a beautiful little island called Dominica. It's full of spellbinding natural beauty.
"where a gecko is called a Woodslave & a bird—a Gustav"
I'm going to be thinking about that all day. If you don't overcome the writer's block, I'm sure you kind find something else to do!*
can find not kind find :)
This is a heartbreaker.
*
Gorgeous. Almost edible. ****
"How should a mind of city steel & glass begin writing
a poem" -- just like that, Roberto, just exactly like that. *
you have already lifted your writers block Roberto, wish I could be that lovely
I'd been blocked for a bit before I came upon this canvas of yours, Roberto. I'm healed. Except now I ache for your island...
Great imagery in this poem that includes rather than distances the reader. *
Amazing...
******
Thanks for the love Fictionauts. It's truly appreciated.
great!
*the richness of this poverty, the richness of your verse - wonderful!
Lush and brilliant! "...I try to describe the peace of poverty..." Really nicely done.
By describing the difficulty, you have captured it.
It is really something to turn writer's block into a creative expression in its own right, instead of a mere complaint about being stuck... very nice.
"I try to describe the peace of poverty"
Yes, Roberto. I understand this completely. Loss is gain, in the end. *