The Writer's Block - BlueSea14's Journal

So, I've been doing pretty well for a while. I'd like to thank those readers who sent me comments asking if I was well--I really appreciate the thought. I assure you, I'm perfectly fine--I just overreact, and I have bad days.

Speaking of which, I'm feeling down again, and I found this old poem that I wrote a while back but never put up here. I experimented with a specific style of poetry, but I played around with it a little, the way "One Art" by Elizabeth Bishop did. That was my inspiration for trying my hand at a villanelle.

Enjoy. Or, er, not...

To Catch More Flies

Sweet honey forms words with
strength, like that of death, to
narrate the eulogy to the truth.

Questioning, careful pain is wroung in
self in sky in love-ly dancing puppets
which, drenched in honey, form words.

Illuminate faultlines between phrases--the
lost books, such utter necessity to
the unfinished eulogy to truth.

From impartial and sure iron pen springs
forth dark, wild, ribbonned ink to
form honey-laden words. A cover,

then, for the other, the known, the
novels. The language of life is yet
an eulogy to the truth.

Vinegar spills across the page--
vitriolic, delightful, too mature,
while honey stains and sticks
words to form a eulogy.

I mus admit, the current situation I'm in fits this poem even better than the original situation that led to the creation of this piece of poetry.

Anyway, just wanted to share that with you. Thanks for reading. :)