Weary QuillA Poem by Veronica ChandlerThis piece is about how my writing process occurs all too often. A big thank you to Jaison Cianelli for his permission to use this image entitled "Luminous" visit cianellistudios.com to see more.Weary
Quill
The
verses come a calling in the middle of the night Words
wrap themselves around me Grip
me oh so tight
I
toss and turn tormented till I haven’t got a choice Relent;
give in to the calling because These
words need a voice
I
really must keep up with the rapid flowing stream My
quill is dancing on the page Capturing
a dream
Sweat
dripping off my brow, the intensity does grow My
hand’s a whirling dervish Wisdom
it bestows
Poems
seem to have this life and are already there They
are my only taskmasters Words
undress me bare
Sharp
they splay me open to reveal my tender bits Naked
my emotions are exposed Word
plays… on the blitz
Helpless
to resist as the words they just keep coming Plucking
all my heartstrings Rhythmically
strumming
With
my task accomplished I can rest my weary quill As
the torrent of words abates My
tired mind goes still
© 2014 Veronica ChandlerAuthor's Note
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10 Reviews Added on October 29, 2013 Last Updated on March 8, 2014 AuthorVeronica ChandlerDenver, COAboutI am forced to turn the Read Requests back off; I am receiving far more per day than I can manage. I brought the numbers down to the low 700's but over the last couple of weeks they have begun to cre.. more..Writing
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