Typewriter

by silvershoes   Oct 28, 2021


My typewriter is my instrument.

Hear me banging furiously,
Raucously, violently, battle crying through my fingertips.

Hear my anger, frustration, hurt, torment in the pounding of the plastic.

Fingers as teeth, gnashing, hollering, smashing, screaming to be heard -
They are thunderous in their fury.
Do you hear it?

And oh, the rage, the agony, I want it out!
Get it out, out, out of me onto the screen so that I can see how the notes compose themselves before me.

Wrists aching,
Neck throbbing,
Shoulders hunching,
Jaw clenching,
Throat dry and not from use,
But do you hear it?

Strumming like horse hair heartstrings,
Playing my keys as though the devil himself bought my voice and gave me the written word:
My typewriter is my instrument.

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  • 1 month ago

    by Poet on the Piano

    I adore the imagery in this, the verbs you use, the emotion that seeks to be set free, unfiltered and raw. I also love how the sounds of typing can reveal such emotion. Even though I'm usually on my computer, I have a certain way I type when I'm particularly frustrated, furious or just need that emotion out. And image of the typewriter, that vessel in a way, is a poweful one. An instrument, indeed. Congrats on the win!

  • 1 month ago

    by Meena Krish

    Understand that frustration very well and it does feel better once those minced words are put out! Hope you feel better after this vent..take care.

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