(c) 2018  Edward York


My laptop sits on a fold-out table,

My hands rest on the keys.

I sit quietly in my easy chair,

The table is right above my knees.


A journal full of notes nearby,

With a pen that sits on top.

When the story flows inside my head,

I just can't make it stop.


Music plays softly in the background,

And fills the otherwise silent air.

Through pages, I traveled a thousand miles,

But never left my chair.


I took some sips from the glass nearby,

The iced bourbon is my drink.

It soothes and also relaxes me,

And it usually helps me think.


Sometimes the words all flow out fast,

Sometimes they move too slow.

I have captured ten thousand words on screen,

Only ninety thousand more to go.

  • Author: lasergraph (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 3rd, 2018 14:24
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 40
  • User favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet.
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  • Accidental Poet

    A thousand poets hard at work
    Within their writing den
    Coaxing words from a muse
    Like the ink from the pen

    Like many before us
    We sit searching our thoughts
    To describe the passion
    The perfection we sought

    You seem to know me so well Ed.

    • lasergraph

      It is why I come here; to be around kindred spirits.

      • Accidental Poet

        And kindred spirits we are Ed. A brother from another mother.

      • LaurašŸŒ»

        Well said , Ed!

      • Goldfinch60

        Great write Edward, even at our age there are so many words still to be written.
        My preferred drink is a good Scottish Malt such as Laphroaig Triple Wood.

        • lasergraph

          I actually drink whatever is handy. I had a nephew who got in trouble and put on probation. He wasn't allowed alcohol so he gave me the gift bottle of Crown Royal to keep for him. He will someday learn that was a mistake.

        • orchidee

          A fine write laser. You'll soon get there. Just use 20 words when 5 will do - like I do! heehee.

          • lasergraph

            I have been know to extend things for effect. I bend a few literar4y rules to make things work.

          • Michael Edwards

            Great work Lasergraph

            • lasergraph

              Must have been the effects of the bourbon

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