You who seem to be born with a pen in your hand,
who hold it as second nature integral to yourself
even while using that same hand for other tasks,
you alone will understand obsession for expression.
You know the fervor which drives the playwright
and the otherworldly weltgeist where poets live;
you fully ken the force that made blind Borges dictate
and the despair of she whose bell lost her tongue.
Tell me, compadre, do the keys of your computer
serve as an unsatisfactory analogue to the comfort
of a stiff rod of ink-filled metal in your hand
spilling the seed of creation upon the page of life?
So it is that you my dearest boon, must sleep lightly
with pad of paper and instrument of life beside the bed
so that on waking from fantastic dream of inspiration
you capture gods’ words before the oracle passes beyond.
I love this because it is extremely relatable for me! Writing is absolutely a way to escape and express yourself. I never write with anything but a pencil and a clean sheet of paper, with the occasional exception of a pen! I really loved it!
I love this piece! Definitely sounds like me, as I love my pen and paper and can seem more easier to write down those thoughts in my head versus trying to type down the flow of energy that wants to come out.
I find it much more easier to spill out my inner demons from pen to paper than trying to force them out through will of keys on a computer!
Amazing Job on this! Thank you for bringing to light what I've known to be true!