Thoughts pour
from penstroke to page,
a torrent
of nervous rage.
Thoughts jerk
halted by the broken
link, dying
on lips, unspoken.
~~~
I wrote this in response to a prompt in my writing class. The prompt was "I write..." or "Things I'd like to write about..."
I began this way: I write because I have to. Speech just doesn't work. The connections in my brain aren't hooked up that way. Words come to my pen, but never my voice. Maybe that's why I paint. The poem came after, because I didn't want to describe it directly any more.
from penstroke to page,
a torrent
of nervous rage.
Thoughts jerk
halted by the broken
link, dying
on lips, unspoken.
~~~
I wrote this in response to a prompt in my writing class. The prompt was "I write..." or "Things I'd like to write about..."
I began this way: I write because I have to. Speech just doesn't work. The connections in my brain aren't hooked up that way. Words come to my pen, but never my voice. Maybe that's why I paint. The poem came after, because I didn't want to describe it directly any more.
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