New Deal
/ New Year / 21st Dec 2012
The muse has said I don't have to write things down.
If I can think through the piece, in words, from beginning to end,
then pen, paper, typing, need not be involved.
So this morning – 15th Jan – in bed, I wrote a poem
dreamy romantic
It flowed from descriptive into surreal
and then words
with good sounds
assembled into grammatically correct but nonsense phrases
and back again
I knew I would destroy it if I got up to write
but the words were there
precisely
I think it was a beautiful poem
I hope you enjoyed it
x
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