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?
~
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	Frank Prem (
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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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