The Poem
It dangles like a hangnail
that hurts to write
Brushes like a mystery
up against me
Like a thread through a needle
stopped by a knot
It pulls me like a craving
for what I can’t live without
________Colleen Redman / Poets United
"A blog is to a writer what a canvas is to an artist." ~ Colleen Redman
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April 15th, 2018 8:05 am
Poetry can be like that, the writer agonising in trying to get it right; to please themselves not only their readers.
April 15th, 2018 8:35 am
Poetry is something that is deeply connected to the strings of our soul…?
April 15th, 2018 9:45 am
Some wonderful similes in this poem.
April 15th, 2018 9:53 am
Poetry can indeed do this to a writer as the muse pulls us to create.
April 15th, 2018 11:57 am
Longing encapsulated in word!
April 15th, 2018 1:45 pm
a struggle we can all relate to…
April 15th, 2018 1:56 pm
I am bowled over by your poems and this one strikes deep into my creative core about writing poetry!
April 15th, 2018 2:24 pm
Yes, that is exactly how it is!! Sometimes painful indeed.
April 15th, 2018 4:02 pm
I used to wake up to it in the middle of the night…oh yes…this exact feeling.
April 15th, 2018 4:40 pm
Your poem rather describes an addiction – a wonderful one. Love it!
April 15th, 2018 6:31 pm
My imagination went wild : )
April 16th, 2018 10:55 am
Love this!!
April 16th, 2018 12:30 pm
Oh, those hangnail poems are so annoyingly persistent!
April 18th, 2018 2:40 am
Indeed yes!