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Writer's Rash
by Alison McKenzieLook at you,
Just waiting to be written, there,
In the recess of some unvisited portion
Of a mind too occupied with trivial pursuits
Dishes and diamonds,
Doctors and dentists,
Dirty clothes and drastically reduced for quick sale
(There was a clearance on everything, of course,
Beginning with the letter d)
When, there you are,
Suddenly and without a knock at the door,
Rushing in
All willy-nilly and brash
Demanding to be put down
In black and white
Before the moment passes
Dancing around like you have to pee
But knowing better,
Beating the path to urgent
So that now, here I am at 2:24am
Answering the call of your insistence
And understanding that my fingers cannot stop
Until the final word has gotten out
Of that squirrelly cage where you all live
Scurry to make it into the process
So that, at least,
For once
You can all have your say
Doesnt that feel a bit better, lovey?
02/08/2008 Author's Note: Sometimes you just have to scratch that itch!!!!
Posted on 02/08/2008
Copyright © 2025 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by A. Paige White on 02/08/08 at 11:31 AM And there is nothing more satisfying than an itch scratched good. |
| Posted by Mary Frances Spencer on 02/08/08 at 04:45 PM And late at night is a good time to scratch! MFS |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 02/11/08 at 05:58 PM I get thoughts at the strangest times. They come often when I'm driving and can't write them down. I've tried carrying a digital recoreder but that doesn't seem to work either. At times I am able to remember things later but others just evaporate. Nice scratch! |
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