24 hours, one prompt, everyday, obviously I am insane! Writer's Cramp Contest |
Conversations in Poetry At four in the morning I am at it again Waiting for the coffee to brew I wish all could see my fingers sail Across the keyboard, as I type quite well The very story that I am intending to sell My husband walks in, “I can’t believe you are at it again” He pours the coffee while watching me so intently As I type until my coffee is so very cold Then his posture is very smug as he turns to say “Did you really intend to type it that way?” What way is that if you don’t mind that I ask. I sit here in the dark, and type with all my heart Waiting for the glorious day, that you will know My writing in not just a lark “Can’t you do anything except bark?” Love of my life, I married you too Along with all the strange things that you do I support your struggle with all of these revisions Your version of life with which you are never quite done That it keeps you writing through most of every night I just thought that I should mention Since it surely seems to be your intention To eventually print your rendition Of the latest addition to the chapters You have already written Type away! Type away! Type away all! I just wanted to tell you that I noticed There is no green light indicating any power at all Your screen is not lit its’ usually shade of blue-green Just thought I would be the one to tell you just to hear you scream The keys were singing their daily quiet click clack As your fingers really do their tricks But today dear, there is not the usual glare Reflecting on your glasses and gray hair As you sit there with your distant stare No pens to drop, no papers to fling Good Lord tell me this is just a dream No glare at all from this days' black screen Gives me great pause for this lost cause Praying this is just the ugliest nightmare of them all |