Tuesday, November 13, 2007

poetry tuesday: on writing


Effort


Sometimes the poem slips
into my brain, twitches
my fingers until
I find a pen
and paper
and push it onto the page.

And sometimes I am Cave Woman.
I swing my club
wildly,
hope to find
it in the firelight,
to knock the words
unconscious
long enough to paint them
on the cave wall.

November 13, 2007


15 comments:

  1. It was lovely...but it made me giggle too!

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  2. Isn't that the truth?!?

    Beautiful.

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  3. That was beautiful. I'm feeling like the cave woman right now - half way through NaBloPoMo.

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  4. Wonderful imagery. It's funny and clever, too.

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  5. I came by late last night and read your poem and then again this morning. I can't help but feel like you are describing me - while I know you were not - you don't even know me. This is a good poem - it is perfect. Take care.

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  6. It's a lovely poem.

    And thanks for stopping by Feline Fine and saying hello.

    I used to live in Germany years ago, BTW.
    Kim

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  7. Amazing!!! Thanks for sharing.

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  8. What a great poem! I can relate. :)

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