Newspaper Woman

A rumbling starts

From deep within

It roils and coils and leaps about

My nerves are on the outside

Looking in

Wondering why they have no shelter

Why they have no protection

Livewires of

Energy and


My fingers cannot keyboard fast enough

Ideas mound up

Molehills literally become mountains

Everything becomes big, insurmountable.

There are no toeholds in the side of this mountain

It is sheer polished rock…..

I slide down into a heap of exhaustion


Another deadline met.

This is how I feel before, during, and after writing my weekly newspaper column. Whether or not I will write a daily poem this month that celebrates poetry is up in the air…………it is an intention–but we all know where intentions sometimes end up……….

Published in: on April 1, 2016 at 6:07 pm  Comments (9)  

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9 CommentsLeave a comment

  1. Awesome poem!! I could feel the build up, the tension, and then the relief at the end. Loved it :).

  2. I agree with photosfromtheloonybin. Well done! 👏🏻

  3. You did it! (Again!)

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