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…
Words.....sooooo many words!!!!
You speak (write) true Martin.
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
That, or the buggers don't come knocking for 6 months ? Feast or famine, fickle feckers!
elPintor
Tue 25th Jun 2019 09:27
Awwww Martin, I sometimes feel the same!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jix7XcbVA4w
Rachel )
True. And so well said Martin
Devon Brock
Mon 24th Jun 2019 22:48
That is how it is Martin!
I know that feeling well ? Nicely put Martin.
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Martin Elder
Fri 28th Jun 2019 09:44
Thanks Lisa you are very kind. We can not easily escape them.