The Word’s Dance

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a cup of coffee

in a mushroom shaped cup

the blue blinking light

of a computer waking up

the blank, placid stare

of a new document open

the cursor lazily waiting for something

new to be placed onto the page

the words that were meant to be

in the spotlight on the stage

they line up in my brain one at a time

I don’t choose the words

they come out in a rhyme

its hard being a vessel

sometimes you forget your place

you try to be a human living

on a rock hurtling through space

friends and family and events take over

all the while the cursor blinks slower

but when I DO find my way back to the page

the words flow easily

as if they were trying to wage

a war against the corporeal

the ethereal and the word that’s mum

taking control of their own sort of drum

humming a tune that, to which, only other eyes can dance

giving the one that wrote it a chance

to shapeshift into something simultaneously less and more

this is how writing and being a writer is born

keep typing until your keyboard has worn

  • E. Lexi Abbott

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Published by E. Lexi Abbott

A free spirit and a wild soul. I am a writer who is seeking the inspiration found in the crannies and nooks of life. My goal is to combine the world in my head with the world around me one page at a time.

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