Words haunt me in my dreams, in my waking hours

They carve themselves in my grey matter

They pull my hands in loops and lines

The click of keys, the satisfying clunk of return

Bits and pieces of phrases and lyrics

Familiar yet fleeting

Disparate yet part of my collective consciousness

Inspiring love, eliciting hate

Droughts or a copious spate

A blank screen, a taunting cursor

Time to sit, reflect, create

A swirling maelstrom in my brain

I cannot settle on a name

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  1. the clunk of return – were you visualizing a typewriter? nice post


    • Jennifer Butler Basile

       /  August 23, 2012

      If you bang the keyboard hard enough, it makes something resembling a clunk! Though a typewriter is much more satisfying! I’ll have to dig out the Underwood!



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