Sunday, April 4, 2010

Poetry Train Monday - 146 - No Cure


Hard at work on the second draft of my vampire story, this long weekend. It's inspired this assessment of the affliction I suffer.


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No Cure


Story attacks like a virus
No cure except to write
First attempt inside out
Like the transported fly

Years of workshops
Tears of surrender
When it just won't make sense
When it won't leave you in peace

Light bulb moment
Only leads to dissection
Your story's scenes sliced bare
Moments amputated on the floor

Rebuilt version sent out
Fragile as spun sugar
The heart bruises
With every rejection

An offer is made
A contract is signed
Champagne cork popped
Dreams now stock on a shelf

Someone you've never met
Stays up all night
Reading your story in one gulp
As another story attacks you

- Julia Smith, Apr. 4, 2010

Sorcerer says Beautifully done.

Janet says Glad to hear the rewrites are going well - can't wait to hear more about it, Julia!

Akelamalu says Good stuff Julia. :)

7 comments:

Sorcerer said...

Beautifully done..
:)

Janet said...

How very, very true. Haven't got to the last two stanzas in my career, but hopefully soon.

Glad to hear the rewrites are going well - can't wait to hear more about it, Julia!

Naquillity said...

you couldn't have found better words to explain how one feels when writing something new. this is great. i think we all dissect our words before sharing them and then worry if anyone will like them. hope all is well. have a great day.

Akelamalu said...

Good stuff Julia. :)

Travis said...

I've never felt the champagne cork moment, but I think I've experienced most of the rest of it.

Love the poem.

sanjeet said...

very true. Haven't got to the last two stanzas in my career, but hopefully soon.
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Susan Helene Gottfried said...

yeah, you hit that one out of the ballpark. Nicely done!