In the move, I found a couple notebooks that have notes and thoughts from various times over the last 10 years. I thought I'd share a few of my poems. This one is dedicated to Cheryl and writer's block - but.... should have some symbolic meaning for everyone else :-) (bonus points to anyone who can find the one line that is off on the rhythm).
The Novel
Rhythmically the typewriter
lays the letters on a page.
While listening to the keystrokes,
it's the story I try to gauge.
Each letter's as a moment...
and pages like the days.
It's how I choose to shape them
that determines the next phase.
The plot comes in increment
but, in the end, rests on me.
I strive to remain mindful,
a novel someday will be.
~Author - Me -
Written on July 9, 2005 while in Canaan Valley, WV vacationing with friends
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2 comments:
Hey, thanks! I feel like this constantly...symbolically as well as literally. :)
"While listening to the keystrokes,
it's the story I try to gauge." is off rythmically, right?
Loved this:)
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