creative writing – Page 19 – three good words

Night Owl

There is a silence at night, a deep stillness, that allows the mind to open wide into the universe …

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This space where
rather than converse
we talk write text
at each other
not to, forget with
one / another

masses of individuals
so many I-s so many Me-s
screaming soundless
endlessly into the void

hoping for a response
but all that bounces back ping-ping-ping
is the echo of our own voices ding-ding-ding
ricochets and rebounds
off of each other

over and over and over and over and over
(why am I so tired?)
and over again
until the onslaught of words
congeals;

that deafening silence.

In the distance
longed for desperately
written about once again
murmurs of actual conversation –

Sometimes I feel I write the same the same the same and yet
I know it is not
Weird

Crisp sentences
Mellifluous scenes

I want a string of words stuck in your head
since breakfast

Writing Season has begun.

Works in Progress lie in wait,
expecting genuine attention.

But I’m exhausted
and tired too

and this app
and this app
and this app
and this app

is driving me nuts

But everything is different now

And there is a moment
And for a second it all makes sense
And then it slips
And you end up chasing that something-or-other all your life