The Writer

Fingers rattle across the keys

Letters appear with the greatest of ease.

Letters don’t naturally form into words

Or arrange themselves in logical herds.

Sentences don’t always fall into place

Straining to find something from an empty space.

A space that some call inspiration

Often found in contemplation.

Paragraphs flow on down the page

Momentum is building within the Sage.

Flowing pace retards to slow

With writers block, frustrations grow.

Subject matter is failing to inspire

Rattling fingers are beginning to tire.

Sage is shifting in his seat

One finger bouncing, delete, delete…..

Craig Buller (20/04/09)

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