Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

i was inspired by pain but had trouble grasping the pen.
knuckles gnarled, rheumatoid, bent by arthritic
experience, each word pushed out through a bent
stylus, scraping scrawled notes etched deep into a cold
surface somewhere beneath unresponsive skin.

each scrape a glib attempt of will,
the nib of the quill controlled by
my inability to hold on to relief.

i was inspired by pain but had trouble grasping the pen,
my chief complaint kept secret, no moans or wails
heard by audience or reader. I taunt myself again,
teasing me with the inability to scream,
another ream of paper wadded, trashed;

i lashed out inspiration in pale white scratches
faint from being unable to write my affliction.
anguish requires refined diction.

you have most refined diction, my dear
and more rhythm than any man deserves
do you work on top of a piano?

pandora!
is this you, C?

... arthritis sounds good coming from your description

judih

Les S. Amore- Yes, I do. Thank you.

judih- No, I'm not C. I'm me. Thank you for reading.

well, you know i gotta love this, right?