Previously
Previously I have been
A secret writer
A sonnet stealer
A silent songsmith.
The words have riggled and wiggled
Fighting for space, requiring a voice.
They lurk in dark runions
And lapped in my brain
Wanting my oxygen
Waiting to be born.
For years I declaimed
Silently on buses, stealing words from toliet doors
Restricted by the privet hedge of my imagination.
And then, slowly at first the language ouzed out
Words staggered and lurched, crept out seeping from my brain and celebrated birth.
Now my pen flows freely and I have found my voice
The wiggley jiggly niggley are free to marry and have babies
Oh happy words.
Andy N
Mon 14th Jun 2010 08:16
i enjoyed this poem too.. great use of images as ann says in 'stealing words..' and the last stanza also is particularly strong.
'Words staggered and lurched, crept out seeping from my brain and celebrated birth' i felt was too long a line also and perhaps again should be split into two or three lines as it has a lot more beats inside it than a lot of the other lines..
good stuff however..