INSPIRATION

He would stare vacantly at the screens around the house;
they’d met because they both wrote.
Together in a techie age, she grew nerdy and
he became listless. Fancies faded, his muse had fled.
He missed something tactile, real, a hard object to hang a thought on.
She retrieved the old Royal—he began to type, his novel poured forth.

© Gay Reiser Cannon * 2.27.11 * All Rights Reserved

 

Advertisements

7 thoughts on “INSPIRATION

  1. Sometimes a change of scene, method, and in this case old-school tool-of-the-trade gets that novel cooking. The first half of the poem also speaks to me of the need for all of us nerdy techies to unplug and change it up a bit once in a while. Great take on the prompt, Gay. Wise words.

  2. My father used to bang the keys of his old royal so hard that I’m surprised it survived the onslaught. He wanted to be a writer, and did in a way, becoming a newspaperman. His daughter the poet writes longhand in notebooks.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s