refined diction

[pandora]

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.

[Les S. Amore]

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

[judih]

pandora!
is this you, C?

... arthritis sounds good coming from your description

judih

[pandora]

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

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

[Doreen Peri]

well, you know i gotta love this, right?