Poetry for the Frazzled Writer...by Oswald Goodheart

“Chasing Words”
Copyright (c) 1972 by Oswald Goodheart

I sit in the calm early hours

In my lonely, cramped room

My sturdy wooden desk before me
Hunched over my trusty Olivetti

A small lamp to light the way

Chasing words

Capturing them

Framing them neat and pretty.

But this night

The words

Those elusive devils

Play hide and seek

Teasing me

Mocking me from the shadows

As I sit at my wooden desk

Gazing into the void

Caught between somewhere 

And nowhere at all

And I dare to blame the tedious drip, drip, drip

Of a leaking spigot.

So this early morn 

In my cramped, lonely room

I sit and I tap out unsuitable words

Which I will frame neat and pretty

Words which shall forevermore remind me

And remind you, my friends

I can’t write for shit!

-- Oswald Goodheart

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