On Writing

Posted: October 30, 2011 by gsb3 in Poetry
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On writing,

On raving.

Real thoughts and actions.

Real life in color.

Sounds around, so loud,

It’s deafening.

Reality comes crashing

Through your door,

With blood-red eyes,

Razor-sharp claws,

And laughing all the same.

It’s such a joke,

To break into another

One’s life and jerk their

Brain back into existence.

Where it went is a mystery.

But it is here now,

You are here now.

And what have you got

To say for yourself?

What is your story?

What is your piece

To this twisted puzzle?

Come along

And ride with me…

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Comments
  1. pmwanken says:

    Gordon…It had been a few day since I’d stopped by to see if you’ve been writing…I was delighted to find this post. I’ve missed your poetry. Yours is a unique voice. Welcome back! :) ~Paula

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