Words sneak up on me

Come up behind me

Grab me round the throat

Gag and starve me of all else

Beat me about the head

Until my mouth

My pen release them

A teeming, fighting stream

Of conscious thought

Storming an unconscious self

Words that nag and push me around

Like a long-lost friend

Assaulting my senses

Lying dormant for a time

In sleepy tired dreams

Screaming to get out

Once written

Finally, they leave me behind

And I am free...

Until the next time…  

◄ Eddie Condon's apprentice

Lost in space ►


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Martin Elder

Fri 28th Jun 2019 09:44

Thanks Lisa you are very kind. We can not easily escape them.

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Lisa C Bassignani

Wed 26th Jun 2019 21:56

Words.....sooooo many words!!!!
You speak (write) true Martin.

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Martin Elder

Tue 25th Jun 2019 19:01

Thanks to David and Dorothy for liking and thanks to Tom, Devon, Don, Rachel and Laura for commenting.
I am glad I am not alone with this. Some just come out fast and furious, I often find they are among the best and some just take forever. I have got one at the moment that's been going round in my head for the last year as a performance piece but I just don't seem to be able to find the right ending for it yet!
Thanks for the you tube connection Rachel, I can totally relate to that.
You are no wrong about feast or famine Laura

Thanks again guys
much appreciated

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Laura Taylor

Tue 25th Jun 2019 16:39

That, or the buggers don't come knocking for 6 months ? Feast or famine, fickle feckers!


Tue 25th Jun 2019 09:27

Awwww Martin, I sometimes feel the same!

Rachel )

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Don Matthews

Tue 25th Jun 2019 00:17

True. And so well said Martin

Devon Brock

Mon 24th Jun 2019 22:48

That is how it is Martin!

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Mon 24th Jun 2019 20:11

I know that feeling well ? Nicely put Martin.

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