I am the Writing Man

I am the Writing Man

A Poem by Nick Hornsey
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A free-verse poem inspired by my grandfather who was an excellent poet.

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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”

 

I am the writing man

© 2016 Nick Hornsey


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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

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Nick Hornsey
Nick Hornsey

Ottawa, Ontario, Canada



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My 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..

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