Scrabbled

[Philatone]

hey tec!
seemed like a fun one to write, although it went on a direction I wasn't expecting after reading the first few lines. that being said

Old words lie pegged on each bare page,
burnt black on blinding ground. ...i'm seeing "blinding" also as intensely white, contrasting with the black
Fiducial marks on this parched plain
lead not nor guide the leaking pen...wasn't a fan of "lead not nor guide" in terms of flow, but that is entirely personal
that spills its juice, as do all men,
when first the thirst of lust is slain.
Virginity, once lost, twice found,
Becomes just one more passant stage....last three lines were quite strong, a sense of completion given as well as the sense that another journey still continues

And so the pressured poet sits
Amused by moving themes.
Whilst critics huff and puff themselves
ballooned by egocentric air,...would move the comma to after "themselves" to continue the thought; otherwise, what follows can be misconstrued
though bursting to be seen as fair,
the rancid bag in which he delves...the poet again? just checking. there are several clauses mixed in here, so confusing subjects is possible
delivers by his scrabbled dreams...it's probably me, but "by" didn't feel like the exact preposition for this point
no more than verse which fits.

Scream out, scream loud for freedom; curse...like the caesurae and enjambment
the muse who holds the reins.
The poem is never over 'till
the critics throw their hats to sky
and cheer your win as home you fly;
across that final welcome sill,
that perfect line to end the pain,
with one word left. At last ...a verse.
Tectak
2012

strikes me as a poem written more to get something down on paper/ find a topic. heavily meta-poetic, but I think the result is entertaining enough.