Where I Write
Annie Dillard says it’s best to write
in a windowless, cinder block room.
There you can crawl inside your mind,
let thoughts talk to each other. Could
she be right? Could hummingbirds
and phoebes, grazing sheep and sunshine
threatening to bake my toes be blocking
the way between what fidgets
in my brain and my pen, poised
hesitant over page’s emty lines?
10 thoughts on "Where I Write"
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love your use of the verb “fidgets”
I love Annie Dillard, but I don’t know about that…I need the sunshine. 🙂 Love this.
What Chelsie said. A windowless cinderblock room is my definition of hell. I would DIE.
I used to like write facing the wall. I didn’t want to be didn’t want to be faced with what was going on outside the window. I’ve changed now and that gives me for a new poem.
How embarrassing! I misspelled EMPTY. Sorry!
There are great poems that come from nothing and great poems that incorporate distractions. I’d say the truly correct answer is whatever works for you, which you demonstrated with this wonderful little poem.
Wonderful thought provoking about writing!
Those distractions might just be leading you toward other poems! Love this!
Love the poem’s title & the questions posed, that they’re unanswered, & the phrase “what fidgets
in my brain.”
I love the question you pose at the end–nicely-done!