You don’t write a poem
you carve it
sentence by semi colon;
lovers lost
colour your daydreams
and time irrespective
rolls quietly on;
You abandon phrases
that fit perfectly
your first three paragraphs;
you close your eyes and
search and search for words
that make you cry or laugh;
You scribble out;
you screw paper
tight in your angry little fist;
Thirty cigarettes later
still no more the wiser
you wonder if
Shakespeare
smoked like this.
Ā© Copyright D. Archer October 2011Ā
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you are so write when you say you don’t write a poem, you carve it.. this is carved up real beautifully.. š
Yes; some are carved but most of them read like I have done it with a chainsaw. Thank you for your kind words. Dave
I read somewhere that Shakespeare “wrote without blotting a line”. Maybe it is easy for everyone, except you and me.
My page looks like I have spilled the entire ink bottle over it, most pages look like I am either testing my pen or trying to draw a Jackson Pollock. Thank you for your comment. Dave
I’m sure Shakespeare has a vice or two while spilling his heart out on the page…I know the feeling…. I just had to run to store for more cigs.
“If you smoke them the words will come” I may have these words on my headstone. Thanks. Dave
perhaps stand on your head and let the blood flow.? it might helps us both.
Screw paper!! I love that, a lot. May I run with that?
get screwed all you want. Dave š
Brilliant again, my friend.
This gave me big smiles.