07 July 2014

Sometimes


by Robert Lopresti


Sometimes when I'm writing well
All the world can go to hell
There's a tale I have to tell
Fiction front page news


Sometimes when I'm in the zone
I just want to be alone
Shut the door and cut the phone
Mingle with my muse


Sometimes when I'm deep in plot
Striking when the iron is hot
Eat or sleep, I'd rather not
Glued into my chair

Sometimes when the words flow through
Every scene is something new
Every word is bright and true
Writing's like a prayer

Sometimes dialog's a dream
Action thunders, settings gleam
Heroes dare and villains scream
Lovers meet and kiss



Sometimes when the muse won't play
I can't find a thing to say
Still I sit here anyway
Writing trash like this

13 comments:

  1. Clever and funny, Rob. And not the least bit trashy. Thanks.

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  2. That brought a big grin for the morning!

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  3. Loved this one! Thelma Straw in Manhattan

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  4. Proof, Rob, that one man's trash is another man's treasure. I, for one, like your rhyme a lot.

    --Dixon

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  5. LOL. I think it's the right cyber word.

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  6. Clever and funny. Not trashy at all. Thanks for covering for me. Some days I think I'll go back to using my old typewriter and forget all this electronic stuff. MAKES ME NUTTY.

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  7. Been there. Done that. Just not in that good a rhyme or meter!

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  8. A Broad Abroad07 July, 2014 20:30

    Sometimes at the end of day
    Sun’s set, I've made my hay
    I sit a while with supper tray
    SS I would not miss

    After a long day, just the smile I needed - thanks Rob.

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  9. not the least bit trashy And Just not in that good a rhyme or meter!
    فروشگاه اينترنتي
    www.baneh.com
    thanks

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