Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

So dark so early
I haven’t turned any light on
Literal or figurative
I don’t want to write
But I want to write
Hello sam beckett!
It is raining steadily
The shades are down
I’m typing the usual words
In the accustomed style
I’m not totally bored
Or disaffected or any such diagnosis
This is an exercise/ mental exercise
Like curling a dumbbell is physical
I’m punching the keyboard
No wonder the letters wear off
Hard to see the letters in the half-light
But on we go
Where? Nowhere but words
That must be restrained
Or they will rhyme and create
Another poem
So there I am unlike Kerouac
Or Frank O’Hara
I’m not writing a free stream
But damming things
Mucking things up
With approximately where
I want to go
Which is nowhere
Except the keyboard
The usual clicking out
A poem of no importance
I should end it here
But no
On we go
I hear the groaning from
Those almost forced to read
This bleed of language
That is empty sound
Pounding away at the silence
And the rain
The sound of rain
Nature on its keyboard
Sending a dubious message
It isn’t spring

the urge to write is powerful for some of us, and as you say the discipline of getting started is the same thing as hitting the gym...not everything we write will be profound, but here is a beauty in the mundane often, in making the simple observations of life in motion...first thing in the morning...i guess we could call this Finnegan's Waking.....

tap tap tappin at the writers core....i always smile when i see ur handle here Dan...

I find a back lit keyboard helps!

I enjoy the part above where you said you should end it more then the part after you said you should end it.