I wrote this last January. I think it is perhaps worth a second airing
I sit at my table, solid, present.
It’s very existence comforts.
I tap it; my knuckles resonate with it.
I push it; my fingers bend against it,
Defeated by its inertia.
My laptop sits snug on the supportive surface,
Stolidly unmoving as my fingers tap out a word.
Then another.
It’s part of the process
That gives shape to an idea.
From a solid form,
Comes a solid idea.
But my desk is a charlatan.
I cannot shift my desk but
It is full of holes.
I cannot see them
But I know they are there.
My table is more space than stuff,
Just particles waving,
A universe of matter
Held together by electrical pulses.
So we are told.
You can’t see them;
You know they are there
by how other things react to their presence.
My words shifts on the page;
Unrevealed holes
I’ve never noticed.
Holes I cannot see.
You cannot know if the words work,
Until you see
How others react to their presence.
It’s only this way that you know those little words
Are held together by something more powerful than grammar.
The hidden forces that hold ideas together
Turning words
Into a story worth telling.
I love these lines:
You can’t see them / You know they are there / by how other things react to their presence.
You cannot know if the words work / Until you see / How others react to their presence.
Brilliant.
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Thanks Sarah. Glad you enjoyed it.
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Aw. Thanks for reposting. I got to read these beautiful words again. ❤️
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Your desk looks gorgeous. I currently work on the dining room table, or anywhere where I can escape my kids. I’m very jealous.
My favourite lines were
“The hidden forces that hold ideas together Turn words Into a story worth telling.”
Gives me hope as I plug away at my novel.
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So glad it gives some inspiration; it belonged to my dad and when he died I made it into a memory desk, covering it in family photos. You’re right to plug on. It really is worth it! Hope 2015 is looking perky for you!
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I’m pleased your sturdy holey desk supports you as you form your words into stories and poems.
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sometimes words disappear, which I assume is because of a wormhole somewhere!
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It works from this side too! They slip slide away – too fast! 🙂
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The desk! Gorgeous. The line about… You cannot know if the words work,…Until you see….How others react to their presence…. Such depth f insight. I love it when people react to a certain well-chosen section of my writings. Nicely done.
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thanks Roger; it is the ultimate boost, isn’t it?
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I’m a fan of your poetry, but wow–these lines: “You cannot know if the words work, / Until you see / How others react to their presence.”
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you are far too good to me; clumsy pieces of hackery really but *puffs out chest*
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weird – this didn’t come to my inbox. Tut. Found it now anyway – and you know I love your desk. 😀
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