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The Writer

stop sitting in that Paris street you know I hate it when you crash through all the flags that people wear and all the chords are played by shoes in the music of the crowds with melodies of rushing by while you sip coffee graciously the whole wide world will brush your arm and stirring won't control the flow your thoughts are slowly leaking eventually the day has flown and all you did was watch a while but did you change a single thing you always said you'd write a life perhaps without you knowing

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Sara Etgen-Baker

Date: 11/25/2023 3:06:00 PM

your poem reminded me of the occasions when I grabbed my laptop and ventured outside to write. I was so caught up in all that was going on around me, that I didn't get much writing done that day. Perhaps, though, the images and sensations I experienced stayed with me and became fodder for my creativity. Who knows? Thanks for this creative piece of poetry. Have a splendid evening, Sara

Clive Culverhouse
Date: 11/25/2023 3:25:00 PM

Great comment Sara, I think you summed up the last lines - "...perhaps without you knowing". The poem is about a writer outside I think with writers's block and hoping for something to kick in, again reflected in your comment, thanks so much for your thoughts, they add a great deal to the poem's meaning, great support, thanks Sara

Ink Empress

Date: 11/25/2023 5:26:00 AM

“ and stirring won't control the flow your thoughts are slowly leaking” brilliant line. I loved that and the creative way you’ve woven this is so impressive. With excellent alliterations and imagery, very different and beautiful. Pleasure reading this

Clive Culverhouse
Date: 11/25/2023 5:32:00 AM

Thank you IE, your continued support is always a lift to me, fully appreciated

Jackie Elston

Date: 11/25/2023 2:07:00 AM

very interesting poem, l like it. l wonder how many poets write outside, im guessing quite a few. l havent tried it yet, but l bet its inspiring for many, like an artist. I must try it one day. l like the line ' and all the chords are played by shoes in the music by the crowds'..very creative, thank you for sharing your poem. J

Clive Culverhouse
Date: 11/25/2023 5:15:00 AM

Yes, the hustle and bustle of the city street along with people watching should surely spark some lines. Thanks for your time Jackie, it's much appreciated.