words, images lie around all night
leftovers in the gutters of my brain
waiting to fly into combinations
that breathe meaning onto the monitor
how prosaic is that?
I can write at night
or in the pre-dawn
sputterings of night
after fitful sleep
how prosaic is that?
maybe writing is
a brain misfire
that creates
divergent thought
how prosaic is that?
the moving cursor blinks
and having blinked
moves on
how prosaic is that?
About riverwriter
Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else?
wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/
Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
