Writing whisps and whispers

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I write when the bottom is sinking in again
and the Snafu rises to the surface.
Sometimes writing a poem has the effect of
sucking all the Bad out, and diluting the poison.

I write when the mania has taken control
and after the screams have subsided
or are drowned out by the deep silent sobs
and the shuddering fibers of my thundering heart.

I write when there is no other way to speak
when the words refuse to be dragged
from their pages where they are neatly shelved
hidden shyly behind thoughts and whims.

I write when I am alone, not forgotten
as much as being un-present, invisible at night,
lonely and merely outside of my realm of being
lost and quite unaware of existence.

I write when in a crowded room of laughter and jest
…a make-believe woman far from magical dream scenes,
waiting quietly for something unknown and unexpected
returning from a place she never had been.

I write on an airplane, lifting off into the sun
embarking on a journey to the mysterious lands
beyond comprehension or itinerary, planned or imagined;
faceless strangers for companion, confidences, and comfort.

I write in hotel rooms, or tropical cabanas, by swimming pools…
in restaurants and cafés, in city squares and gardens,
by convent walls with crumbling paths of ancient stone
in sun-baked patios cooled by humming, whirling fans.

I write in trees–high in the branches, among bird’s nests and aeries
hidden from prying eyes that would observe or edit, or criticize…
the thoughts and ideas that appear to be written in flowing script,
too fine to be human–word letters shaped with flourish and flair.

I write in buses, (in between naps,) inspired by wheel sounds on pavement,
the hiss of the door and the pull of the brakes, give texture of sensation
to the passing landscape–punctuated with traffic lights and bus stops,
and spend the travel time enjoying the skills of the driver.

I write in bed, holding a fat notebook precariously, (an impossible position,)
gripping unyielding edges until my hand aches and throbs so the pencil rebels…
defying legibility of penmanship, the rational thought of re-settling begins to intrude…. or  the Cat succeeds in dislodging my grip.

I write the best, in my opinion–in my Mind.   But alas! thoughts are fleeting!
The challenge: to timely capture elusive expressions of tender intuition…
those whispers that transverse the deep realms of the conscious mind
…before they can disappear without having been born.

©Sometimes,2016

34 thoughts on “Writing whisps and whispers”

  1. “I write the best, in my opinion–in my Mind…” – OMG, Yes. Where do the words go? Its perfect, its beautiful in my brain and then when I start to put it down its gone. I remember that it existed but I can’t find it. Its AWFUL.

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  2. Keep writing…..can be most revealing…especially when one revisits hat one has written….sit back and reflect…..Can be most amusing, too! 😉 Hugs!

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      1. Yes….I have! Kept Essays and Papers for years….and full notes on Lectures and Papers delivered as well. The earlier ones really embarrassed….sometimes. 😉

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  3. Ah the joys of writing. How often do I wake up in the middle of the night with thoughts and ideas that vanish before I can write them down. You penned this beautifully.

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    1. scribble them down…they say that works for dreams too…sometimes what I note in half-sleep is completely mysterious by light of day 🙂 I haven’t gotten into that habit of jotting stuff down in sleep state.

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      1. I used to keep a dream diary by my bed years ago. It was good and I kept it up for a while, but then it became too hard. Maybe I just got lazy!

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  7. wow. So Glad Carol reblogged this. I don’t think I have stumbled upon your blog before. What a wonderful poem that truly captures the writing in all of us in one of its stanzas! I see myself in your words. Incredible!

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      1. You’re welcome. It gets hard to keep track of where we’ve been and written on here doesn’t it? There are so many challenges and classes. 🙂 I’m glad we crossed paths again. 😀

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