The Perils of a Typewriter


My hands
speak poetry
through keys beneath
my fingers,
a hesitant tapping
striving to record
thoughts without error.
Musings flow
in inked revelation
within electric margins
on the pristine white paper
collecting my words.
With each keystroke
I speak a prayer
that the verses will not
meet my editor,
a metal trash can sitting
at my feet.

©Susie Clevenger 2011
 Magpie Tales Prompt # 89

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Comments

Brian Miller said…
ha a few of them have to you know...i like to think of it as a sacrifice to the Muse...
October 31, 2011 at 6:02 PM
Kathy Bischoping said…
The trash can as editor is a neat switch-up of your narrative.
October 31, 2011 at 6:16 PM
Tigerbrite said…
Oh I like this. Nice take on the prompt. Will have to have a go at it.
October 31, 2011 at 6:58 PM
Michelle My Bell said…
LoVeD it Susie!!! You had me at "My hands speak poetry through keys beneath my fingers"...
I very much enjoyed this!
Much Peace & Many Blessings~
October 31, 2011 at 8:00 PM
Tumblewords: said…
I love that version of an editor! Well done!
October 31, 2011 at 10:30 PM
Chronicles of Illusions said…
there is so much about this that I love - really really speaks loudly of a place every writer knows
November 1, 2011 at 1:13 AM
Nanka said…
That was a stealthy march and much fun too!! Do look over your shoulders too!! :D
November 1, 2011 at 5:53 AM
Isabel Doyle said…
the typewriter image has inspired many groans of frustration ...
lovely piece
November 1, 2011 at 7:16 AM
Christine said…
that darned editor on the floor, I use the shredder at work sometimes, now I try to keep all my writings, for one day my children to discover, this was a beautiful poem to read, lovely
November 1, 2011 at 1:00 PM
Lucy Westenra said…
Sadly, the trash can waits for all of us from time to time. But remember, you NBG poems are the soil in which your best work grows.
November 1, 2011 at 1:12 PM
Annie Jeffries said…
I am very happy to see that THIS one did not meet your editor.
November 2, 2011 at 1:30 PM
The Pen Thief said…
That is a beautiful poem!
November 2, 2011 at 8:19 PM
Martin said…
I like this. The sound of screwed up paper hitting the trash can be soul destroying or inspiring.
November 3, 2011 at 2:11 PM
Meena said…
Magnificent."Poetry beneath your fingers"
November 3, 2011 at 8:56 PM
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