the frenzy took him
and he wrote
all through the morning
an idea
expressed itself
across the page
then on a screen
visited
re-visited
touched
with a caress
to
not disturb
but to refine
in single words
corrected tenses
then
it was done
~
what was done?
he did not know
~
reading glasses on
nose to screen
scroll
from the very top
read
and scroll
absorbed
aghast
delighted
is this
what he had achieved?
from where did it rise?
how could he
have known?
~
- Author: Frank Prem ( Offline)
- Published: October 13th, 2017 02:29
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 51
Comments5
This happens to many of us.
It does, doesn't it, GF? Thank you.
A fine write Frank.
Cheers O. Glad you enjoyed.
Exquisite description of the process of good writing, Frank! Let the muse take over and watch it flow. A bit uncanny how this works, isn't it.
The ability to be surprised by what has come out of the pen is a bit of a treasure, I think. Glad you enjoyed Louis.
Frank, your excellent poem speaks to me and I think to many of us writers. Sometimes I have that first line and nothing else, but, somehow, the piece finishes itself. No clue where the rest came from.
Love your poem!
Thanks Fred. It's an amazing process.
Great write
Thanks Tony. CHeers.
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