poem: waiting
Your time is limited
fingers slide over a keyboard
searching
wanting to move
to type
anything
just so as to feel the pressure
of your fingertips against the keys
to hear the mashing sound
click, click, click
but the vision has not come
it’s fog
it fights to surface
something else pushes it down
a contest between inner
and outer soul
a vague form
you cannot see it
not yet
something becoming
an idea not yet formed
for now you must wait.
– matt at shadow of iris
March 18th, 2009 at 6:40 am
This is gorgeous Matt – I love the idea of an inner and outer soul.
And thank you so much for linking my work here. I’m really sorry I didn’t see you’d done it sooner or I wouldn’t be so belated in my gratitude! I really appreciate your support.
March 19th, 2009 at 3:47 pm
It’s like a shadow poem, an almost poem. Very delicate and careful and satisfying to read.
March 20th, 2009 at 11:30 pm
the duality of life and art. splendid!
March 29th, 2009 at 1:38 pm
Matt,
I just saw this piece in my Google reader and loved it so much that I posted it to Twitter. A great piece on the experience of the writing process. You said it brother…and Amen.
Sincerely,
Jim Spaulding
March 30th, 2009 at 5:35 am
Thank you for the nice comments.