Dunk me in ink
Watch me feel my way out
I drip and I sweat
And I’m covered
Inspiration chokes me
I need to leave—
We need to leave
But I can’t swim toward you,
I’m stuck
In ink.
I gasp for life
At the top of a well
I’m drenched in
Clear liquid
Now
I know what must be done.
I love this!
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wow, thanks!
ReplyDeleteYou write a beautiful and interesting poem about writing, I think.
ReplyDeleteSometimes words just flow out and its is a joy to write because then it feels I'm actually saying something. I guess you are writing about something similar. It would be wonderful if its always like this :)
Indeed, it would be wonderful if it were always like this! I was focusing on the tension that sometimes erupts from a mixture of environment and inspiration. Sometimes you feel held back by your surroundings to do something you feel you need to do, in this case, write.
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