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Singing Typewriter
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Communication/Poetry Singing Typewriter
Karyn Indursky
upon typewriters keys
sat finger tapping
writers with a pencil
wedged behind their ear.
upon the floor
sat piles of crumbled
up "not good enough" poems.
upon the rocking chair
sat a cat watching
her master.
upon the seat
the author beats
started to stomp.
hearing the throbbing
lines drumming to be
harmonized with rhythm
the writer went
click clack click.
The cat began
to sing her alto
approval and
the a coy grin
spread upon her
master's face.
stanzas began to dance...
words began to hum...
paper began to sashay....
feet went a tapping...
fingers went a snapping....
tongues went a singing.
...as the feelings expressed
...as the feelings expressed on paper swirl through the room like leaves from a changing tree in the fall of the year, the pages of life are turned to reveal the layers of what once had been covered. ...the leaves fall to the ground, the cat curls safely inside a feathered pillow...the empty cup steaming from it's brim hours earlier is placed in the sink, and peaceful slumber ends another season of life.
.......
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
night
nightlight you paint such beautiful images with your reply. if yoiu wanted you could turn that into a poem, slap on a title, and share the link here.
Writing can bring pleasure
Writing can bring pleasure like no other. Well written.
Long days and pleasant nights
Diamond
that's true
that's true diamond.