I told letters not to be jealous of numbers, citing e=mc2.
But they snickered back, You think you know a thing,
once you have named it? You’ve no skin in this game at all!

Cheeky little buggers, they’ve summed me up

Some poems write themselves quickly, while others are a misery to tease out. Soulless quickly shot to ‘full-on, 5-bell, over-the-top misery’ and has, since then, dragged itself ten miles beyond. The revision history says that I started this poem in mid-2015 and, as you’d expect, made many changes at the start; it was then revised occasionally in 2016, frequently in early 2017 and finally given up as a lost cause until September of 2018, at which point I started re-reading earlier versions to get re-inspired. Considering it is such a short little thing, I cannot understand what it is about it that it demands such attention, but that is the way of stubborn children.

So now, ready-or-not, done-or-not, good-or-not, misery-or-not, it’s in a post near you.  🙂

Thank you for reading Soulless. I humbly appreciate your visiting the Book of Pain, and as always, I look forward to your comments.

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6 responses to “Soulless

  1. It is amazing how some things can come so easily to us, and other such a struggle. If we could only decipher the secret, life would be so much easier.

    • Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes! 🙂

      Honestly, no joke, a misery of changes. What was most frustrating were the back-and-forth changes, not the, ‘Oh! I have a whole new and better vision of where this poem should go!’ type of change. No, it was: do it one way/go back to the old way. Read it again and reverse back. Then repeat it all again. It was awful. In the end, I admired it for its obstinacy, it came to be the spiritual thread of the darn thing, a meta statement that only I understood…even if I did not like it.

  2. markrenney2

    Sometimes you just have to carry an idea around for a while. Good one John.