Shakespeare and Dante.‘A Poet’s Plight’: A Poem by Phil S. Rogers The Society July 9, 2023 Poetry, Satire 23 Comments . A Poet’s Plight I’ll think of a theme for my next little verse, intriguing and witty, though still must be terse. Not road kill, dead flowers, nor weeding the lawn, it can’t wax poetic nor bring a big yawn. A subject noteworthy I need to create, which won’t give the reader a brutal headache. A title dramatic, an intended hook to reel in the reader just like a big snook. Did Homer or Virgil endure writer’s block, ill tempered and grousing over some cheesy schlock? Was Shakespeare perplexed in his humble abode, not finding the words for some now famous ode? The subject’s elusive and cannot be seen, so I have to question, Perhaps more caffeine? I’m yawning and tired, my head seems to spin, guess I should have quit after six shots of gin. . . Phil S. Rogers is a sixth generation Vermonter, age 72, now retired, and living in Texas. He served in the United States Air Force and had a career in real estate and banking. He previously published Everlasting Glory, a historical work that tells the story of each of the men from Vermont that was awarded the Congressional Medal of Honor during the Civil War. NOTE TO READERS: If you enjoyed this poem or other content, please consider making a donation to the Society of Classical Poets. The Society of Classical Poets does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or commentary. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Trending now: 23 Responses Paddy Raghunathan July 9, 2023 Phil, It’s hard to imagine Shakespeare suffering from writer’s block, but your poem is delightful. A great read to start the morning. Paddy Reply Phil S. Rogers July 9, 2023 Paddy; thank you for your nice comments. Shakespeare? I had the same thought, which made him a good writer to refer to. Reply jd July 9, 2023 Cleverly self-deprecating with a surprise ending, both writerly pluses in my book. Reply Phil S. Rogers July 9, 2023 jd; Thank you for your nice comments. I am glad you liked the last stanza, it was meant to bring a smile to the reader’s face. Reply Roy Eugene Peterson July 9, 2023 Phil, you so accurately and humorously put the plight of the poet in proper perspective, except in my case no gin, just caffeine. Besides personal proclivities so deftly presented, the thought of the great poets struggling somehow seems self-assuring. Reply Phil S. Rogers July 9, 2023 Roy; I think we all have ‘writer’s block’ at times even if it sometimes may just be for the proper word. Have not had a drink of gin in decades, but could not think of a word to rhyme with scotch. Reply C.B. Anderson July 10, 2023 I imbibe Scotch all the time to get my pen moving. Rhymes? How about “watch,” “botch,” “notch,” “blotch,” “crotch” & “splotch” etc. Cheryl Corey July 9, 2023 Phil, I like your rhymes of hook & snook, block & schlock, seen & caffeine. An enjoyable morning read. Reply Phil S. Rogers July 9, 2023 Thank you Cheryl. Reply Julian D. Woodruff July 9, 2023 Good, Mr. Rogers. The end describes pretty well the way I felt before reading your poem (without the aid of gin). The poem helped, slightly. (The best I can do with “scotch” is: “That [caffeine] wouldn’t improve stubborn rhymes one small notch.” Glad gin was your drink of choice here.) Reply Phil S. Rogers July 9, 2023 Thank you Julian, the notch-scotch made me laugh! Joseph S. Salemi July 9, 2023 Nice dactylics on a perennial problem for poets. What can one write about that won’t bore the hell out of readers? One suggestion: the meter is slightly off in line 10. Perhaps this change would help — Ill tempered and stumped over some cheesy schlock? Reply Phil S Rogers July 9, 2023 It is difficult sometimes to find a ‘different’ subject, there can be too much of some topics, and I do believe that can bore readers. I also believe that more humor is needed in a world with many problems. Thank you. Reply C.B. Anderson July 10, 2023 Your suggestion does fix the problem, Joseph, but the lines are still (slightly) headless anapestic tetrameter. Reply Margaret Coats July 9, 2023 Phil, “botch” and “blotch” also rhyme with “scotch,” but you might measure scotch in drams–and I wouldn’t want you to alter the glorious six-shooter finale you achieve with gin. I differ with Joe Salemi and call these verses mostly anapests each starting with an iamb. If he wants to read them as dactyls, he needs an extra little pyrrhus for aperitif as well as a spondee for digestif in each line, which is happy two-fisted drinking sixteen times over. Reply Joseph S. Salemi July 9, 2023 Dactylic meter is overpowering. I read each line as having an understood catalexis of the first syllable, which is compensated for by having a strong final stressed syllable at the line’s conclusion. Reading it as you suggest weakens the poem’s force. Reply Joshua C. Frank July 9, 2023 I read it as amphibrachic with masculine rhymes: “I’ll THINK of/a THEME for/my NEXT lit/tle VERSE,” etc. Reply Joshua C. Frank July 9, 2023 This made me laugh; it’s exactly what I go through every time I try to write a poem! My favorite lines are “Not road kill, dead flowers, nor weeding the lawn,/it can’t wax poetic nor bring a big yawn.” It’s hard to find that balance! Sometimes my poems go through two or three drafts that I have to scrap completely and rewrite with a different form. Reply Shaun C. Duncan July 9, 2023 Nice work, Phil, and I imagine it might have been an inspired way to write your way out of a bit of writer’s block. Six shots of gin was probably just a starter for Dylan Thomas, but then again, your poem makes more sense than most of his work. Reply Nathan McKee July 10, 2023 Phil, your Poem touches on a common phenomenon from which surely even the great poets you mentioned suffered and is why, after each poem I write, I sincerely wonder whether it will be my last, not because of a lack of desire to write, but because of a lack of ideas. But, in the end, the ideas always seem to come. Reply C.B. Anderson July 10, 2023 Sometimes, Nathan, a phrase or a line is enough to suggest an idea that can be fleshed out. Oh, how it pisses me off when something runs through my head while I am working in the field and have no writing materials at hand. Reply Paul Freeman July 10, 2023 The seventh gin shot, might well be the unblocker, Though your verse might then sound like a vulgar-mouthed docker, Or slurred with some tongue-twisting alliteration Writ by a high-handed happy Haitian. Thanks for the fun read, Phil. And below, since you crave humour: The Greatest Questions of Life (Number 64) It seems that nobody can bridge A question that nips like a midge. It twists like a knife, This great puzzle of life – Should the ketchup be kept in the fridge? Reply Susan Jarvis Bryant July 10, 2023 This engaging poem taps into the scribe’s dilemma with wisdom, wit, and skill… and a closing line that made me laugh! Thank you! It also made me think… how many poems are enhanced by alcohol? I have to be stone cold sober when I write… my poet husband… not so much! Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. Δ This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.
Paddy Raghunathan July 9, 2023 Phil, It’s hard to imagine Shakespeare suffering from writer’s block, but your poem is delightful. A great read to start the morning. Paddy Reply
Phil S. Rogers July 9, 2023 Paddy; thank you for your nice comments. Shakespeare? I had the same thought, which made him a good writer to refer to. Reply
jd July 9, 2023 Cleverly self-deprecating with a surprise ending, both writerly pluses in my book. Reply
Phil S. Rogers July 9, 2023 jd; Thank you for your nice comments. I am glad you liked the last stanza, it was meant to bring a smile to the reader’s face. Reply
Roy Eugene Peterson July 9, 2023 Phil, you so accurately and humorously put the plight of the poet in proper perspective, except in my case no gin, just caffeine. Besides personal proclivities so deftly presented, the thought of the great poets struggling somehow seems self-assuring. Reply
Phil S. Rogers July 9, 2023 Roy; I think we all have ‘writer’s block’ at times even if it sometimes may just be for the proper word. Have not had a drink of gin in decades, but could not think of a word to rhyme with scotch. Reply
C.B. Anderson July 10, 2023 I imbibe Scotch all the time to get my pen moving. Rhymes? How about “watch,” “botch,” “notch,” “blotch,” “crotch” & “splotch” etc.
Cheryl Corey July 9, 2023 Phil, I like your rhymes of hook & snook, block & schlock, seen & caffeine. An enjoyable morning read. Reply
Julian D. Woodruff July 9, 2023 Good, Mr. Rogers. The end describes pretty well the way I felt before reading your poem (without the aid of gin). The poem helped, slightly. (The best I can do with “scotch” is: “That [caffeine] wouldn’t improve stubborn rhymes one small notch.” Glad gin was your drink of choice here.) Reply
Joseph S. Salemi July 9, 2023 Nice dactylics on a perennial problem for poets. What can one write about that won’t bore the hell out of readers? One suggestion: the meter is slightly off in line 10. Perhaps this change would help — Ill tempered and stumped over some cheesy schlock? Reply
Phil S Rogers July 9, 2023 It is difficult sometimes to find a ‘different’ subject, there can be too much of some topics, and I do believe that can bore readers. I also believe that more humor is needed in a world with many problems. Thank you. Reply
C.B. Anderson July 10, 2023 Your suggestion does fix the problem, Joseph, but the lines are still (slightly) headless anapestic tetrameter. Reply
Margaret Coats July 9, 2023 Phil, “botch” and “blotch” also rhyme with “scotch,” but you might measure scotch in drams–and I wouldn’t want you to alter the glorious six-shooter finale you achieve with gin. I differ with Joe Salemi and call these verses mostly anapests each starting with an iamb. If he wants to read them as dactyls, he needs an extra little pyrrhus for aperitif as well as a spondee for digestif in each line, which is happy two-fisted drinking sixteen times over. Reply
Joseph S. Salemi July 9, 2023 Dactylic meter is overpowering. I read each line as having an understood catalexis of the first syllable, which is compensated for by having a strong final stressed syllable at the line’s conclusion. Reading it as you suggest weakens the poem’s force. Reply
Joshua C. Frank July 9, 2023 I read it as amphibrachic with masculine rhymes: “I’ll THINK of/a THEME for/my NEXT lit/tle VERSE,” etc. Reply
Joshua C. Frank July 9, 2023 This made me laugh; it’s exactly what I go through every time I try to write a poem! My favorite lines are “Not road kill, dead flowers, nor weeding the lawn,/it can’t wax poetic nor bring a big yawn.” It’s hard to find that balance! Sometimes my poems go through two or three drafts that I have to scrap completely and rewrite with a different form. Reply
Shaun C. Duncan July 9, 2023 Nice work, Phil, and I imagine it might have been an inspired way to write your way out of a bit of writer’s block. Six shots of gin was probably just a starter for Dylan Thomas, but then again, your poem makes more sense than most of his work. Reply
Nathan McKee July 10, 2023 Phil, your Poem touches on a common phenomenon from which surely even the great poets you mentioned suffered and is why, after each poem I write, I sincerely wonder whether it will be my last, not because of a lack of desire to write, but because of a lack of ideas. But, in the end, the ideas always seem to come. Reply
C.B. Anderson July 10, 2023 Sometimes, Nathan, a phrase or a line is enough to suggest an idea that can be fleshed out. Oh, how it pisses me off when something runs through my head while I am working in the field and have no writing materials at hand. Reply
Paul Freeman July 10, 2023 The seventh gin shot, might well be the unblocker, Though your verse might then sound like a vulgar-mouthed docker, Or slurred with some tongue-twisting alliteration Writ by a high-handed happy Haitian. Thanks for the fun read, Phil. And below, since you crave humour: The Greatest Questions of Life (Number 64) It seems that nobody can bridge A question that nips like a midge. It twists like a knife, This great puzzle of life – Should the ketchup be kept in the fridge? Reply
Susan Jarvis Bryant July 10, 2023 This engaging poem taps into the scribe’s dilemma with wisdom, wit, and skill… and a closing line that made me laugh! Thank you! It also made me think… how many poems are enhanced by alcohol? I have to be stone cold sober when I write… my poet husband… not so much! Reply
