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Writer’s Lament



The first waking light of dawn

makes my stomach tingle tightly,

as I force my eyes open, glancing at the clock

which has ceased to hold me in custody

like the prisoner of time I used to be.

I try to re-write the sentence in my head– anxious, grasping,

missing again, veering away

from what it was I was trying to say.


In the afternoon road- walking,

responsibilities keep me stalking through sentences.

I pace in the back yard, not seeing anything;

Then flop on my back for a stolen moment

the softness of  cushiony earthen mattress on my aching spine,

I’m feeling the phrase emerging from between my ears,

from behind my eyes.

They did the best they could.


pebs and petunia


Journal prompt: write about writing. If you write memoir, what somatic issues come about during the process? Describe what your body feels like when writing the truth. Do the words just flow out from the page or the keyboard or do you have certain routines that help get the words out?




I'm writing. I haven't been on my blog much, so please forgive the lack of updates. I'm doing art. My life is dedicated to any cause that helps the planet and is good for children and other living beings. Don't get me started on politics because it won't be pretty. Humor helps. Check y'all later.

2 thoughts on “Writer’s Lament

  1. Simply excellent poetry – especially your internal rhyming and use of alliteration. I get how the words find their way out in their own time. Your words certainly did in this poem. ❤

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