Singing Typewriter

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.


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nightlight1220's picture the feelings expressed 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. "


Poetic_Eyes's picture


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. 

Diamond_Wills_New_War's picture

Writing can bring pleasure

Writing can bring pleasure like no other. Well written.

Long days and pleasant nights


Poetic_Eyes's picture

that's true

that's true diamond.