My stumbling block is deep inside
like indigestion. I may burp a little
but never a full-blown soul-baring.
I’m unable to write the serious stuff
the fear, the guilt, the real McCoy.
The froth of humour,
the music of metre,
the chime of rhyme,
the sheer fun of poetry
all hide the heavyweight
history.
Mama Zen at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads reckons that writing poetry is
f-word difficult, and suggests we write about what’s difficult for us. I was at a workshop last summer, responding to the suggestion that we dig deep. A line or two in and I was weeping, and I haven’t been there since. Do follow the link to see what makes other poets stumble.
also linked at 
As Tilly Bud says; digging deep is worth it. And it is good to cry!!
Welcome Robin. I think that’s the first time you’ve commented on my blog…………..
What an image! Perfect.
those first two lines are wonderful..
Digging deep is hard … in therapy, in writing, in acting, in expressing music. I understand.
Sometimes this kind of poem only spills unexpectedly and can be healing or have the opposite effect…I can see the hesitancy in “going-there.” Great poem, Viv.
I relate to this, thank goodness for humour.
I understand this.
Digging deep is always worth it – I got a whole collection of poems about South Africa by digging deep.
Go for it. It will be worth it.