The poet’s agony

I envy the novelist, words
by the hundreds sliding fingertip
to screen, a playground of plot somersaulting
one sentence
to the next.

I grieve for the poet, whose
inert pen hesitates, immobilized
by the next word slipping though a fingertip,
monkey bars
out of reach.

I have yet to meet one I like.

Written for the Tuesday Writing Prompt over at Go Dog Go Cafe – using the two words “poet” and “pen”

Published by Phillip Knight Scott

My name is Phillip. I am a Tar Heel born and bred and watch every Yankees game I can. I'm still searching for my own TARDIS. My first novel, "The Alien in the Backseat," is available now!

17 thoughts on “The poet’s agony

  1. You are caught on the horns of a dilemma, saying everything with droplets and breeze. I’ve always been attracted to the deranging midground between novel and poem–not healthy for sure, but whaddayagonnado?

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  2. ooooh yes….sometimes writing poetry, holding the pen to the page, thinking, writing a word…..and there’s a monkey bar chasm to get to the next line….especially in a prescribed form or rhythm! Great description here. Although….many a poet I do enjoy! But then, I liked taking acrobat lessons when I was young πŸ™‚

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