resist

[saw]

the shadows elongate...
take over the room
like a determined comic
that couldn't care less
about the weakness
of withered eyes
that crave the sun

darkness will fall
despite your petty desires
cannot be deterred
by all the plans you make
you needn't fight it
write faster, like a manic doll
push that ballpoint

push it to its limit
grind it to the point...
and what is the point ?
well, I have witnessed things
in my life, have seen
writing implements implode

I have seen deep sea faces,
literary squids tangling
their creative arms
'round a man's soul,
they are not make believe
you will see them too

never give in to the idle stranger
sure, he plays a mean fiddle in reverse
but trust me, he's a one trick monkey,
he likes to get you to lie down, take
a long nap, and sometimes he wants you
to slow dance with him to elevator music

in the basement of dilapidated apartment building

don't do it !

[theirishsea]

interesting poem.

[leafsailors ghost]

Sharp . I understand this energy . The mean fiddle played backward is a jewel. I have quit writing for the dull world not listing told me was a waist of time. the poems came and drug me out of harms way .Artists must be alive inside , when connected to the creations mind indeed do dance to the unheard music and play it for the world.

[saw]

thanx leaf....I hear ya.....appreciate the feedback.....when I write, it almost feels like it's not me...that I'm channeling something beyond my own intelligence and creativity...yet, boom...there it is on paper.....I don't agonize over one meaning....it's a great process, blocking out time to be a lightning rod for whatever comes your way....