My fingers crawl along the keys
Eleven words per minute.
My eyes chase letters
My fingers words
My heart stories
An alchemy
Time cannot measure.
July 18, 2014 in Poetry, Reflections | Tags: alchemy of words, creative non fiction, creative non fiction poem, poetry about writing, unconventional writing process, words per minute
My fingers crawl along the keys
Eleven words per minute.
My eyes chase letters
My fingers words
My heart stories
An alchemy
Time cannot measure.
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July 22, 2016 at 12:58 pm
louis phillips
alchemy, makes mind for science, its chemistry of memory. is life abrupt? it is. the nether part seated where you did. when your body knew. and love was a construction. a better place. when you knew one. formulating the fleshed advice of limbs, [and internal things, winding matter down, corkscrew gut a finite thing dancing just out of sight, left within the imagery of smell.] we have a hell, its still the other place. beyond, the fingers touch the word is…
July 25, 2016 at 2:59 am
Demet Divaroren
Thanks for sharing, Louis. An intriguing piece.