She Writes

She knows she is going to write tonight
All day the phrases and words have been calling
The men in white coats to her side.
This madness, this urge, this need
To word herself to life
This need to play phrases to form pictures
Has been with her all her life.
Yet they are never pretty enough
Never satisfy her...
Are puerile and clumsy.
Clutching her dictionary she throws
Down her pen and paces and smiles
Realising the words will always be her master.

She will write tonight
Then she will sleep soundly dreaming
Of how she could do better faced with
White empty sheets of fools caps...
The words will always taunt her she knows
They are her ghosts
And she loves how they insist they haunt her.



Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-12-05 at 06:46

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Kathy Lockhart
this is my favorite of yours. I know how this all feels. I can feel it and see it in my head. bookmarked, applause.
2009-12-11


NicholasG
If we are haunted with words, imagine how we could be haunted without them :-)
Keep up the madness Linda. It keeps me sane! (moderately, anyway)
xx Nick
2009-12-07



Fabulously writerly work here Linda...I loved it. It expresses everything a writer feels, when needing to write.

We all throw up our hands in horror sometimes too! but that is because, being artistic, we are never quite satisfied with our art. We are better to allow others to judge, and I judge this, a bloody and excellent poem.

Smiling at you

Tai,
2009-12-07


Rob Graber
Great statement of how it is--Bravo!
2009-12-07



yeah! spooky hey! oooh I can feel the pages becoming real!!!
What a poem of mystery, you have grabbed here by the throat, oh gosh!!! This torment is bookmarked!!!
2009-12-05