The Bookwriter

Xandine on Mar 5, 2011

A simple poem.

In solitude he ponders

Blank paper on the desk

Visions running through his mind

Filled with the grotesque.

Another working day

One more sleepless night

To find another horror

To make the story right.

At last in desperation

He calls out to his spouse

Forgetting that she’s fast asleep

Within the silent house.

Alerted to the hour

He knows it’s time to quit

After sleep he knows for sure

He’ll be writing fit.

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Diane Ziomek on Mar 5, 2011
When you spoke of horrors, the first person I thought of was Stephen King. Great poem!
Ima Vee on Mar 5, 2011
nice piece dave…:-]
Terrie Schultz on Mar 5, 2011
Nice one!
Jerry Bradford aka Jerry Atrixx on Mar 5, 2011
You writing enhances the neighborhood here at Triond.
MaxBuceo on Mar 6, 2011
I like this post, nice share.
webseowriters on Mar 6, 2011
A fantastic share
sandcollector on Mar 6, 2011
great work dave… you continue to impress
CHIPMUNK on Mar 6, 2011
great read
youthinksokiddo on Mar 6, 2011
nice, i can identify with this
Tasha Nandal on Mar 6, 2011
BRILLIANT PIECE …!!
etheral76 on Mar 6, 2011
That’s a very truthful description of a writer . Great work, Dave.
anndavey650 on Mar 6, 2011
LOL sleep is one of those necessary evils to healthy life.
Edsss on Mar 6, 2011
It is a very nice words to describe a writer.. Neatly done..
vijayanths on Mar 6, 2011
nice read.
cacaritalucu on Mar 6, 2011
nice to know.
Surtism on Mar 6, 2011
I’ve been there – I am that writer!

Hi there!