It isn't easy being a writer. Not my sort of writer, anyway. Without contracts or security, but still with an aching need to write, to entertain, to tell stories that readers want to read.
Doing makework
Hopping from project to project
My whole life spent in the remaindered aisle
eyes darting from shelf to shelf for the
bargain-of-the-moment
Motley, always motley
A scrap of beauty here
A half-elegant phrase there
Buried in the rush for a temporary high
I long for a year’s space
To cloak myself in a world of my own fashioning
To explore leisurely
Spending a day finding just the right word
Knowing my characters down to the base of the iceberg
Security
But the car needs petrol
The children need MP3 players
So it’s on with the motley and smile
And pare the ease of sleep to the bone.
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6 comments:
It sets my frustrations into context. Stop moaning, Phil, and write!
Thanks, and a nicely visual piece of writing - elevates it above the level of the average writing-as-safety-valve piece :)
How you can say so much with so few words always astounds me.
That's your genius, Jan; you pare it down to what is needed, no falderal, the real deal.
xxx Jen
Thanks, both. Some days, only poetry hits the spot :0
So beautifully written and I agree with it all. x
Thank you, Joanna :)
Beautiful!
lx
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