I’m the junkie
twitching
for his next fix
I’m the drunkard
looking
for his next drink
I’m the infant
crying
for his mother’s breast
The need in me
to give life to
my thoughts
is undeniable
My fingers
are drawn to the keyboard
searching
for that release
I long to
watch the letters
flow
across the screen
as I chase the cursor
The cursor
is mocking
me
today
My thoughts
will not emerge
upon the page
Today
the thirst
remains
(C) 2019 Penny Wilson
*The original version of this was written several years ago.
I liked it then, but decided it needed a fresh tweak. I hope you
enjoyed. Penny
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you, Chuck!!
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Wow! An Awesome post! I love poems about writing poems!! Especially, “I long to
watch the letters
flow
across the screen
as I chase the cursor”
and your last stanza! Bellissiimo, Penny, Bellissimo!!
xoxoxo
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Thank you so much, Chuck!! ❤
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Wow! Awesome poem, My Dear!!! I loved it so much (always love poems about writing poems)!!
Especially, “I long to
watch the letters
flow
across the screen
as I chase the cursor”
and
Your close!! Bellissimo, Dear Penny, Bellissimo!!!
xoxoxo
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You are so kind to me, Dear Chuck! Thank you, thank you!! ❤ ❤
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OMGosh, awesome, realistic poem!
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Thank you!!
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Reblogged this on Jessica Bakkers and commented:
Penny’s poem really hits a strong chord with me – writers, pop over and see if you relate!
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I LOVE this one Penny. Just brilliant!
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Thank you so much and thank you for the reblog!! ❤ ❤
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My pleasure, lovely one!
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This is a great poem, Penny. I can relate to it.
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Thanks, Robbie. 🙂
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Sometimes you just need to write!
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Yessss!! 🙂
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