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On Writing About Anything
by Jeffrey ParrenI sit.
Go.
Shut up and stare.
Open.
Release.
Hello darling, I am there.
Words begin to shoot.
Gunpowder smells of mind.
Paper bleeds ink,
and the feelings ease inside.
I grasp the pen harder and harder,
finding drops of sapidity
develop on my hands
until all that needs to, does.
Come out.
You leaving is not a bad thing.
It's what I wanted after all. 02/07/2007 Author's Note: Replace paper and ink with computer and keys if you simply write your poetry on computers...
Posted on 02/07/2007
Copyright © 2025 Jeffrey Parren
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 02/07/07 at 10:34 AM You captured it perfectly! That almost overwhelming need to release the pressure inside the mind through whatever means..pen/paper...keyboard/computer...paint/canvas....fabric/sewing machine. it's the drive that can drive you insane if you don't release the pressure. |
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