25 January 2011

proem




Rage: Sing, Goddess, Achilles' rage,
Black and murderous, that cost the Greeks
Incalculable pain, pitched countless souls
Of heroes into Hades' dark,
And left their bodies to rot as feasts
For dogs and birds, as Zeus' will was done.
Begin with the clash between Agamemon -
The Greek warlord - and godlike Achilles.

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Writer’s block: Sing, Muse, Robby’s writer’s block,
Soul-sucking and shameful, that drained the guts
Of countless gel pens, bleeding endless trivialities
Upon a thousand cheap notebooks,
And left them tattered and forgotten in a basement closet
For moth and mouse to devour undeterred.
Begin with the futile attempt at composing his proem,
Blank screen mirroring the worried face of the teacher.

1 comment:

ismile4christ said...

It sounds like at least you get something on paper. I haven't written much other than blogs, letters, and articles for our church newspaper, since, well, college, I think. And it stinks because there are a number of pieces I'd like to revisit and revise and add to, and others I'd like to write. Maybe someday...