Thursdays with Ernie

One must write
when it’s time
to write
the dark angels
of indifference


Mother said
would come
of it
Another claimed
it could,
that I would
rule the world
so I shuffle along
the crowded way
between the two
avoiding the gaze
of the muse
lest I be thrust
into greatness
where villainous
critics wait

to eviscerate
every phrase


here comes
eager to drink
my wine
then slap
my back
for encouragement


I wish he would
go away – I can
scarcely pay
for my own vices

Author: OdinsBard

Writer, author, Navy vet, musician, intermittent mystic, old soul and practicing poet

9 thoughts on “Thursdays with Ernie”

  1. “the dark angels/ of indifference” – I love that! Also that you go from them to your mother. Sheesh, aren’t mothers usually … kids’ best cheerleaders? Or maybe she is/was very practical . Still, take the greatness; if they appear, you can fend off those critics with swords or dragonfire or something. You’ve the ingenuity for that, much as Hemingway might rather a drinking buddy : )

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  2. Another fantastic piece.
    The part beginning with Hemingway to the end is just very clever, imaginative and perfectly worded.

    Also liked the part about treading the ground between greatness and obscurity…reminds me of some early days naivety in terms of being a paid writer.

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