A Twirl of Hair Here, A Cracked Knuckle There

March 16, 2010
Laughter, tinkling over here, booming in the corner,
Rebounds off the platinum-white walls.
Under the weight of such boisterous noise,
The scratching of an ink pen hides.
He is stock-still, brows furrowed,
Lost in thought.
Thumb and forefinger, holding the tool,
Slowly...slowly...slowly turning the pen.
Rolling it back and forth, over and over, the clip
Lightly brushing against his skin.
A tap on paper here, another tap there,
Speckling the paper with sticky, black ink.
Bringing the pen to his tongue,
Licking, poking,
Oblivious to the slight pain.
Suddenly, he's done it,
Smashed through the indomitable wall
That is writer's block.

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Milo! said...
Apr. 6, 2010 at 9:34 pm
This is really good! i really like how it flows and is easy to relate to. I hope to see more work from you! I would love it if you would read some of my work. I think you would like it.
Jesse replied...
Apr. 6, 2010 at 10:11 pm

Thanks for the comment, and for all your kind words!

Heading over to read them right now! ^_^

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