A poem about the creative process.

a large room

no, i mean really

truly large

with a typewriter

in the center

of a card-table

in the center

and a chair

tucked under one side

the words

“free yourself”

already typed

and underlined

in the center

of the page

near the top

no blinking cursor

no glow-white field

just an iron sight

holding the paper down

that one might

torture or nurture

or rape or seduce it

with both

precision and accuracy

displacing oneself

from the space of the room

enough to replace it

in the length of a page

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Comments (3)
  • xoxo on Dec 7, 2009

    Nice flow. Thanks.

  • LOVELYHONEY on Dec 8, 2009

    gr…….eeeeat

  • Joie Schmidt on Dec 8, 2009

    Love it!

    Blessings.

    Sincerely,

    -Liane Schmidt.

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