Any visitor Even though they are welcomed Interrupts working
Close up the curtains Block out your view of the world Life is distracting
Women chattering The comfort of their voices And the disturbance
If I lived alone Without anyone around Would I get more done?
A shelf full of books Great works by famous authors I may never read
I’m sick of it all Everything I tried was wrong No words came today
All the words I need Are sitting on the keyboard I just can’t see them
Three hours of me time Lost on technical issues What a grinding waste
Every day I write Sometimes it comes together Often falls apart
Staring at a wall Seeing pictures without eyes Kaleidoscope mind
An idea last night Not noted but noteworthy Is gone this morning
A wasted morning There’s a whole book in my head But the shower leaks
She closes the door Calm and silence fills the house I pick up my pen
I just keep writing Am I writing the right thing? How can I know that?
The weather is hotMakes thinking so difficultThe words just won’t come
Like sand through fingers The ending of the story Escapes from my grasp