A simple phrase, dropped innocently into conversation. Every word ringing in my mind like the booming report of a magnum. A poem is born.
The words linger, tapping at me from within, refusing to be put aside, even for a moment, like orphans in search of a family, gnawing at my conscience.
There is no rest, no peace, until these words have their place, nestled perfectly among the other words that I must now seek out.
There is no peace until my orphan words have found their way home.
This is so wonderful! Your descriptions are so spot regarding the process of excising those words like cells into a body of a poem. Any who write know of this gift/affliction:
The words linger, tapping at
me from within, refusing to be
put aside, even for a moment,
like orphans in search of a
family, gnawing at my conscience.
This is great! The spirit of a writer. Loved the idea of little phrases as orphans that must find a family to put them into context. I know this frenzied feeling well. Love how you put into...words. :)
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Loved "booming like a magnum" and "refusing to be put aside"... that they all at once have power an.. read moreLoved "booming like a magnum" and "refusing to be put aside"... that they all at once have power and personality.
Loved this. You describe so perfectly the thought process of an inspired mind. It during this time I can't write fast enough. This piece has inspired me. Nice write my muse. :)
Absolutely perfect write...the lines flow effortlessly. The thought within this poem is something that every writer experiences. Those words or ideas linger inside us waiting to be shaped into something that is our very own.
This is a lovely, concise, well-written poem that describes perfectly the process from inspiration to creation. 'Orphan Words' is a perfect title, culminating with the perfect ending of finding their way home. Well done! 100/100
This is so wonderful! Your descriptions are so spot regarding the process of excising those words like cells into a body of a poem. Any who write know of this gift/affliction:
The words linger, tapping at
me from within, refusing to be
put aside, even for a moment,
like orphans in search of a
family, gnawing at my conscience.
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