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When the Words Come (the skeleton of a companion poem)

Drifting off to sleep,
the words come.
Also while driving,
or in the shower.
Whenever it may be inconvenient
to hold a pen and paper.

Yes,
I have written
while speeding down the Interstate,
letting my hand do its magic
while my eyes
keep a steady rhythm
from the rearview mirror
to the road.

I’ve started adding bits and pieces to this poem. Bits about soldiers, mouths filled with spit and holler, hearts hustled by adrenaline. Pieces about horseflys buzzing around my temples. Segments about shampoo slipping painfully into my eyes. But, as I have said, I am only a mediocre poet. All that remains, at this moment, is this skeleton. Any suggestions?

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3 Responses to “When the Words Come (the skeleton of a companion poem)”

  1. Jerry Says:
    June 11th, 2008 at 9:05 pm

    Perhaps buying a small hand held digital recorder would help. I don’t want you to get a PWI (penning while driving)

  2. Jerry Says:
    June 11th, 2008 at 9:08 pm

    uh, I meant PWD.

  3. Administrator Says:
    June 11th, 2008 at 9:15 pm

    Thanks for the advice. I don’t usually write and drive, but every now and then on the up swing, I must admit, that I put all our lives in danger with my narcissism.

    And, again, Jerry, thanks for reading!

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