UnderYourSpell
Gerund Whore
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If I singled you out by name and gave you a subject to write about, could you, would you do it?
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If I singled you out by name and gave you a subject to write about, could you, would you do it?
Possibly. Ya never know! It depends on whether it inspires me to do so.
Tess your subject is Hadrians Wall ........... googling is allowed
No need, my hubby's a Mackem. Any time restraint? Any form?
..Ah but isn't that the point of the exercise to see if you're a good enough poet to write about something (and make it interesting) that you haven't the slightest bit of interest in?
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If someone suggests nano-clams, I'm getting the shell out of here
ooh, tess, wana trade?No need, my hubby's a Mackem. Any time restraint? Any form?
..Touch72 your subject is a squeaky wheelbarrow
ooh, tess, wana trade?
EducatedOwl you subject is a blunt pencil
ha! *points and laughs*Harry your subject is Acne
what the . . . ? evil. bloomin' evil.Butters your subject is Frisbees
I could stop for a moment;
I could taper this blunted graphite nub
To a fine point,
Then return,
Needle-sharp
And ready to paint words
As prettily
As any Japanese calligrapher.
My letters are misshapen.
My hand begins to ache
From pressing too hard
Against the desk.
My lines are punctuated
By brown-gray marks
Where wood has scraped paper.
But the words keep coming;
They will not stop for my convenience.
And even if they would,
Who knows if
I could start them flowing again?
So I glance across the room
To the sharpener
Wistfully,
And think,
Not for the first time:
Not yet.
I could stop for a moment;
I could taper this blunted graphite nub
To a fine point,
Then return,
Needle-sharp
And ready to paint words
As prettily
As any Japanese calligrapher.
My letters are misshapen.
My hand begins to ache
From pressing too hard
Against the desk.
My lines are punctuated
By brown-gray marks
Where wood has scraped paper.
But the words keep coming;
They will not stop for my convenience.
And even if they would,
Who knows if
I could start them flowing again?
So I glance across the room
To the sharpener
Wistfully,
And think,
Not for the first time:
Not yet.
Nice think it could be honed even further (pardon the pun) in a few places but it leads to a fabulous ending (envious!) very well done
..her husband?!!