A calculated effort
Wished to write a song
but something went horribly wrong
An attempt to brew a ballad
felt like wrong dressing on salad
Isn’t this a life’s big irony
a calculated effort turns phony
When the soul is relaxed and at ease
verses pour from within like a breeze
but something went horribly wrong
An attempt to brew a ballad
felt like wrong dressing on salad
Isn’t this a life’s big irony
a calculated effort turns phony
When the soul is relaxed and at ease
verses pour from within like a breeze
posted by Vinitha at 4:28 PM
4 Comments:
Good one. :) I always wondered how those poets like Longfellow wrote their poems. It has to come naturally if the poet must enjoy it, too!
Wordsworth said, "Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful emotion recollected in tranquility." In his Daffodils, he says how the image of those flowers flashed in his mind to inspire him, long after he'd seen the sight.
Each line of your poem is witty and nice.
Yeah...lot of wit. "Wrong dressing on the salad"...yeah right.
@BWG: You must read some of the older posts on this blog. This writer can pack powerful messages in simples sentences.
A type who can slap and get a "thank you" in return. You'll know what I mean when you read it.
@BWG: Thanks a lot. I have always liked simple words. For some reason i relate to them better.
Actually this reason is better than admitting that I really don’t know many high-power, dictionary-seeking, heavy words!!! :) :)
@Sri: wow thanks!! the observation does flatter me :)
Well..."Gay -- happy or other type " is one of my favourites. U continue in the same flow for about 200 pages and you have a best-seller on the stands. :)
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