I am the Writing ManA Poem by Nick HornseyA free-verse poem inspired by my grandfather who was an excellent poet.I am the writing man I write with vividity and verbosity And the poets fear me and the authors are afraid And they tremble in their boots when I arrive
When I spill my words I spill cigarette butts Onto the page of tarry black metaphors But I keep on going and going and going Until my coffee gets cold and my hand gets hot
Pen to paper and words come out And I write all night and I write Until the sky is violet And when the sun comes up I don’t come down
When I do come down my hands cramp up And I don’t look back And I keep going And I write and I write Until the big hand goes round the clock two times
Finally I finish and I sit and reflect And look at my work and think to myself “I am the writing man”
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Added on January 26, 2016 Last Updated on January 28, 2016 Tags: poetry, free verse, stream of consciousness, beatnik, slam poetry AuthorNick HornseyOttawa, Ontario, CanadaAboutMy name is Nick. I'm currently a first year student at the University of Ottawa, studying conflict and human rights, but I'm planning on switching to communication and English next year. I love all ty.. more..Writing
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