The Writer...

outside the mind...it hurts...

The writer put down his pen

Walked to the front door

Opened it

The rays of the sun burned

His skin

Gravity pulled on his writer’s paunch

All that experience

All that stimuli

Bombarding his eyes

Draining his imagination

The breeze pulled him outside

He shivered with the clean crisp air

Blowing in from the lake

The scent of algae in late june

Dead fish littering the shoreline

Even the pungent whiff of a baby raccoon

That never made it across the busy road

Young women running along the roadside

Tight jogging outfits

Long muscular legs pumping

Multiple neon colors beaming from the garden

The lawn and trees bleeding an electric green

The writer grabbed the door jam

Pulled with all his strength

And managed his way inside

The vacuum sealed the door close

He was safe again

The dim lit home

photos of ghosts from his life

The faint scent of fruit long gone bad

He plops himself down

In his ratty old chair

He took from a dumpster

Behind an office building

He taps the keyboard

Its green light glows brightly

As the CPU fan roars to life

It’s his world again

Where all sensations exist in his mind

And nothing is real

Clickity clack

A new world develops

Clickity clack

People are birthed from

The clay of Microsoft Word

A few more clicks

A few more clacks

And his fingers race along the alphabet

And soon…..

“The writer put down his pen

Walked to the door….”

Author's Note

Reviews

[Ruth]

Yes!!!
Missed you hon :)
"Gravity pulled on his writer’s paunch".......love this line, the imagery speaks for the whole poem love...what weight are the ideas and influences carrying, the depths of the imagination is not a light thing to carry! For me, this line makes it all!!!
Brilliant poem, loved it...and of course...classic song! lol
xoxo

[Brad]

thank you! good to see you...sorry so far and few, hope all is well

[Ruth]

All is well love...good to see you xoxo

[Cursed]

Imagery is beyond amazing. Beautifully penned.

[Deandra Dawn]

Awesome imagery...I could see everything, you had me from beginning to end. Great job.

[Kenneth The Poet]

Wicked piece of prose.

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Perfectly expression of imagery! This poem carries a punch that I like!

[miguelbovine]

You have a very indepth veiw of what you write, I'm sold, where the next poem

[KAREN]

Poetry at its best, great imagery. I think I need to take a long walk and get inspired.

[Allen Smuckler]

Finally, a handwritten write...just like the good old days..what's that...oh, there's a handwriting font...never mind.
Great Write anyway Brad.
what you did and how you got there is truly inspiring...Just take a look around you and voila....poetry.
I got a rush reading this because it's how I write and see the world...by observing, noting, feeling...
The hard part is making the everyday...unique and creative...
You certainly did that in this Brad...The Writer....Write on
The final transition "the writer put down his pen, walked to the door'
ready to do it all over again....was pure genius and imagination...
I loved it
allen

[Dr. Wood ?]

You see? This is poetry.....A novel in a nutshell.....I think I'll stick to my funnies....it's easier

[Robin]

live write live