I am always stuck trying to find words to describe my Queen. On top of that, I have seen some patterns in my work – using similar metaphors, poem structures, and stuff like that. It was even mentioned to me by one of my friends who has followed my work over the years. So! I decided to write… I had this poem in my head for a while – or rather, the concept of being stuck. I finally figured out the cobwebs in my mind and wrote this. Enjoy …
And I …
Stuck behind tired rhymes,
Behind geriatric metaphors too tired to run once more around the track.
Behind overused onomatopoeiaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh
Seeking to sound out the sensual; to tickle the tease;
To please overenthusiastic audiences with turn of phrase and tongue,
I …. Am stuck.
Stuck seeking more words to fail completely
At accurately describing the complete essence of beauty
That overwhelms in an instant; trying desperately to snapshot the image
Of you that takes over me when my thoughts happen to hover near –
And I swear … I’m stuck
Whenever page mocks my feeble attempts at rhyme
And time no longer stands still,
But rushes headlong into oblivion,
With the speed of a runway freight train with no brakes
And I am stuck – chained to the rails – unable to call for help …
Or … anything…
You see, I … am stuck….
Like if my thoughts were dropped into molasses,
Stuck spread-eagled on my back;
Unable to do anything but will my limbs to move,
But feeling more and more frustrated with the attempts to escape.
Feeling like a solitary fly stuck on a predator’s web,
Waiting to be plucked like a fruit off gossamer limb …
And … eaten.
You have me stuck
I can’t think straight when I’m with you.
Can’t write more than baby-talk
“Ga-ga-goo”…. Aaaaaaaaaah What’s wrong with me?
Why am I stuck?
Why can’t my rhymes come with ease
Why am I teased with thoughts of you
But unable to use my vocabulary
To articulate the magnitude of my feelings?
You smile, and I am stuck
Like a deer trapped in the lights of an oncoming car
And – just before the SLAM on brakes
And thud of metal on flesh
I wake up screaming …
Because, your presence overwhelms like chloroform
It robs me of my senses
Knocks me out
Takes me to another dimension
– but I wouldn’t have it any other way…
Because if I’m stuck
Then the one I’d rather be stuck on