*POEM* And Suddenly
#14 of Poetry
a poem about writing
And suddenly, here you sit
all hollow and fading
and you wish you knew of more words.
Curious how hours can pass between each sentence
I can't quite reach it and
I can't see
if I put a full stop
.
no...here instead.
wait! I have to finish this line before I put a full stop
.
- and then I wait for another five minutes before I carry on.
I paced the library yesterday while waiting
but I still can't see it
to experience it, I have to remember the circumstances
otherwise I'll read it in one flowing, coherent text
( if I should ever care to read my own poems)
I live my life in between sentences
it sounds cool and edgy, I know
but it's the truth nonetheless
Between two sentences you can experience important events
that last for five minutes -or a month
or you can die in between two full stops
but what I experience between the lines
may lead to something interesting
Or not, It depends.
Here I am, scribbling away because I started to think about it
but shortly, I'll lean back into my chair
and
think about what I have written
(one hour and fifteen later)
In a way, it doesn't matter what I have written
The only important thing is to write
something
he who writes may be without sin, but not without life
If the poet is hit by a car, he'll stop writing
If the person next to him sneezes, he might push the hand leading
the pen and cause it to write an erraric line
or that hand will write
"he sneezed"
and while it writes this, something else will happen.
The written is always late
and it always tells about events that have alredy taken place
but very often
it won't say anything at all
I for one won't write everything down,
It would only take up more space
and time
right now I'm only writing
and listening