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Ghost Writer



I wracked my brain and bit my tongue
but no words would come to mind.
Frustration choked my heart and brain
as I struggled to pen a line.

Disgusted then I capped the ink
and flounced off to my bed,
leaving parchment blank and bare
with nothing to be read.

Returning at dawn to stoke the fire
I was chilled through to the bone,
for there were written pages
with words not of my own.

The door was barred, windows sealed
no one there but me,
but the quill was wet and ink near gone
with verses there to see.

Those words just soared and rhymed so well
I read till sun was high,
then tried again to add my own
but the muse was nowhere nigh.

My spirits sank with the evening sun
tears moistening the page,
bereft of hope and talent
I retired in smoldering rage.

Then again in the thin grey light
awaited lines of musical words,
gently flowing and graceful
flitting by like birds.

Fear gripped my heart like a talon
who was having this cruel jest?
Composing exquisite poems
far beyond my humble best.

These would sell I knew
fair value was in each line,
only to besmirch my name
if proven they were not mine.

Then came a whisper of the muse
saying; “Buy ink and parchment of lamb,
sharpen your quill and leave them
for the unfolding of the plan.”

I did as she bid by stocking the desk
then retired to sleep so deep,
returning to find a single line;
“Those verses are yours to keep.”

The next ones came in profusion
flowing easily from my hand,
familiar feelings translated
and I began to understand.

Our waking and our sleeping 
are sides of just one coin,
the spirit and the body
being prepared to join.

Incomplete until combining
hand and eye with soul,
each complimenting the other
becoming a useful whole.







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  1. Date: 2/1/2012 6:48:00 AM
    Lovely story and lovely written,I like it Bob. - oxox hugs Anne-Lise / Have a good day.

  1. Date: 1/31/2012 10:24:00 AM
    wow! a wonderful story and i love the whole idea of our waking and sleeping selves being two sides of a coin. i actually have many ideas for poems when i'm almost asleep and have to force myself out of bed to write them down. this is an amazing poem! thanks for a great read.

  1. Date: 1/31/2012 7:36:00 AM
    It is exciting to see the replenishment of new poetry here everyday when I log on. I enjoy the diverse poetry so I am never bored by most of what I read. I am happy to have read your poetry this morning Bob. I hope that you might be able to find the time to read some of the other poetry here also. Love, Carol

  1. Date: 1/30/2012 6:35:00 PM
    I wrote a poem once on writer's block..this one is a grand slam outta the ball park!! Loved it!! Gwendolen