Ashes and dust...

Train of thought really...musings...

They're frozen, these fingers of mine.  Frozen, like they've been turned to stone as my mind races leaving them behind.  Sometimes, yes sometimes, their silence is deafening to me.  Words that once so freely poured, like life from a dying man's wounds, now hesitate and stutter from hand to page.  Once there were pages and now there are lines.  Once libraries, now cliff notes with no depth.  Oh they ache in my mind these words with no form.  These shapeless, figments of a by-gone height of mental acuity.  They hover just beyond my grasp as I try so feebly to clutch them, in an attempt to submit them to the page.  This is just my need for the concrete.  Something that I can recall when next they stray my way.  To make sense, to rationalize, to analyze, to critique.  Ah, but is that truly their nature?  Those words are the other side of me.  My mirror reflected self showing the truth of my own soul poured out upon the page.  Wait, there they are.  They have come again to offer me a glimpse within.  So now can you see them too?

Author's Note

Polite and constructive criticism respected here.

Reviews

[Misphit]

As I read this I pictured a madman with writers block. A cozy room with an ancient desk and rickety chair...so comfortable it will be your throne until it disintegrates. I saw crumpled papers strewn around the hardwood floor and a metal ashtray full of cigarettes. A quiet place where the mind screams and the body remains paralyzed; unable to communicate with paper and pen. I have been to this place you write of and it is a beautiful catastrophe.

It is a glorious day when the manic mind sleeps long enough for the fingers to pen....
Exquisitely written piece I can relate to. Bravo my sweet !

[AlistairDumonte]

Wow, thank you so much. It's wonderful when someone related that well to something I've written. Thank you again for the praise.

[Suhas Gotla]

This one has great imagery that brings to life very familiar feelings. I definitely see the similarity in our styles, and I am delighted. Beautiful writing.

[AlistairDumonte]

Thank you, I appreciate the compliment.