Words pour out of me sometimes
I get on my knees in the corner
thanking the muse and Mickey Finn.
Other times I sit blinking, pen
scrawling nothing, tiny trolls
stealing my words before they are written.
I dream of notebooks, words
mocking me from the pages, known
only to the sleep-keepers.
Not a good day for writing for me, obviously. Hopefully things will settle down and I'll have something better tomorrow. But it's still a poem, I'm on day seven!
About Me
- Brooke
- After many years away, I returned to school to pursue a degree in English Literature. I am studying for the GRE, applying to Grad School, writing, reading, and raising two small boys.
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