Scrap paper for loose ideas
leafed in piles and scattered across pages
in need of collecting.
Typed. And then re-arranged. Backspaced.
Temporary, always changing on a whim, key stroke
of the brush, new idea, expansion, reduction,
refinement.
Ribbon checked, paper secured, margins
adjusted. Ritual preparation.
First stroke immortal. Words whose stuttered tapping
sets them in stone, ringing on through the recesses of eternity,
Forever.
(until the damp decay
of ink on paper)
A poem's journey from the cradle to the grave...and I'm liking every step, especially; 'Temporary, always changing on a whim, key stroke of the brush, new idea, expansion, reduction, refinement' - oh, how all poets will relate to this. :)