embers and decembers

hope u like it :) it's about a writer who just got inspired but his fire keeps going out and his computer isn't working so he had to write it down by hand which is really annoying

 

my words are embers

they fall like notes on music sheets

silent as bleak decembers

follow the rhythm of my heart beats

burn the stories to remember

listen to the sounds of my tapping feet

shiver as the cold reenters

write it down then by chance it deletes

stoke the last of the dieng embers

into the conner you retreat

and yet the coolness still defenderers

you rewrite it not accepting defeat

wrap yourself up while the heat renders

your pen makes you feel elite

when finally all thats left is the burnt fender 

protecting you from the icyness blowing out your heat

throwing out the blackened enders

giving the sign to retreat.

 

Author's Note

hoep you like it :)

Reviews

[Chaos Stone]

writing on paper can be quite inspiring, as can typing on a comp, with dictionaries and thesauruses at the ready, and spell check eheh (im up your a*s about this)
'silent as bleak decembers' f*****g great, all that needs to be said
but after this it falls apart, with the aforementioned needless rhyme
like, get rid of beats, the line works great ending with heart
but defenderers? and i have a problem with reenters, which is another line that doesnt need to rhyme
this is a great example of rhyme hindering your work
fender? youre a better writer than that

[Ashes]

My words are embers
they fall like notes on music sheets

I love those two lines particularly, but the whole poem is wonderful. I honestly felt like the character was real and sitting there, annoyed with a slightly aching wrist from scribbling their thoughts down for too long a time, while the room keeps changing temperature as the fire flickers and dies only to come back to life as they stoke it. A truly inspiring writing.