ghosting the machine

i now know

why writers

find patrons

or patrons

select writers

i now know

why writers

take sabbaticals

years off

hiding away

on deserted islands

mountaintops

cabins in the wilderness

where there is nothing

to do

but neatly stack words and thoughts

onto the page

real time

real world distractions

exhaust the flow

staunched, it disappears

leaving us

desperate

 

my computer has crashed

my words can’t find a home

handwritten on paper

tucked into a journal’s

delicate folds

or slammed into

scraps, lost & forgotten

what is it with the tips

of my fingers

and creation?

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About lindalou5150

as exercise or exorcism, i write...for the eyes of others, for my eyes and heart only, for the love and the rage, i write...to release the gamut of emotion...to tell the truth and say what's often thought but not written...
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