writers party

just imagine

all of us

poets writers 

in a ballroom

sitting there in our stiff 

and sunday best

too shy to come and talk

or ask to dance

pens and paper left at home

dreaming of our pencils and ink

no computers tablets nor

phones to write or speak on

no books to read

out of our depth

in 

our sunday best

or Saturday at a country dance

in our jeans and suede shoes

girls in little flouncy skirts and cowboy boots

jigging away out of time

I would be sitting in corner with a wine

beating all the tunes in time

with clenched fingers right behind my back

wanting to go home and just hit the sack

am I so anti social that I cant

be in such a usual haystack

of people crowds and noises unaware

all us writers like our space

we sit and write and while away our hours

this is our given choice to make

Reviews

[Anjali]

Wow! I loved this. Related a lot. Keep writing!

[jacob erin-cilberto]

God, i would be out of place in my T-shirt, flannel shirt and shorts.....

and my old Royal Academy electric typewriter.

[Julie McCarthy (juliespenhere)]

Thanks Jacob nothing wrong with flannel tshirts and shorts the best men where this I would be a shrinking violet at this party

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

not sure if anyone else feels like me???
it would be good to know I'm not alone ha ha