I * Pin * Few words * Fastening * Them onto paper * Cutting their wings in the process * Just to write a story they cannot live any more.
© 2009, Nathalie Boisard-Beudin
poems about writing in honor of National Novel Writers Month
I * Pin * Few words * Fastening * Them onto paper * Cutting their wings in the process * Just to write a story they cannot live any more.
© 2009, Nathalie Boisard-Beudin
She peels the onion
with her pen.
Tears flow.
Wash away world
© 2009, Linda Leedy Schneider
These hands that reached for a lover, married another, comforted my babies, wrote these words: Are suddenly my mother’s.
© 2009, Linda Leedy Schneider
You incubated in darkness, were born in a yellow notebook; I loved you like any fantasy child.
© 2009 Linda Leedy Schneider
You’re a noun of renown,
A pluperfect clown,
All other tenses take warning.
So conjugate me,
Declineate me,
Just verb me again in the morning.
© 2009, Matthew Hupert with Jay Flemma