Every word and experience sank deep into my being
Penetrating my every question and then my every reaction
Flowing through my blood, hidden there behind my eyes
Making me the man that I am-
The man that I’ve always wanted to be
And I cannot stop the pictures from forming and so they fight in my brain
Bustling and bullying, impatiently waiting and wanting to escape
Along with the words that tango on the tongue
Before I approve, before I choose to let them loose
Confused by these sentences that tingle on my fingertips
Hurried scribbled notes on tatty receipts and on the backs of envelopes
The inky fingers that print the waiting pages
I am the holder and release of my peace and rages
I am the creature of what begins inside-
So here I am; walking the book I write.
© 2008 Steven Pottle
3 comments:
Hello,
I just read this poem.
It's so easy flowing I immediatly identified myself with it.
But I disagree with the line where you say: The man I always wanted to be.
What's in our heads and souls makes us what we are regardless of whether or not it's what we want.
And one more thing: I couldn't relate the title to the poem.Sorry.
I'll be visiting.
Hend
Thanks for the review...the line "the man I always wanted to be" refers to my wanting to express myself as a writer- I have dyslexia and so it's a struggle to write sometimes or express that, but I've got to the stage where I am able to do so- that man I've always wanted to be...the poem is about being a writer and other writers frown upon the use of 'it' and 'the' in writing- they see 'it' as lazy, my struggle to find alternative words etc...I thought it was humorous to call a poem all about writing "The And It".
Hello Steven,
I'm sorry it took me so long to comeback here.
Now that I've read your reply, your words fall in another place.
No distant reader could've understood what you meant for the poem to tell without knowing about your difficulty.
And you are talented.
Good luck with the book.
Hend
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