I wish I could show you my world of writing.
I wish I could be in the tall purple-glazed mountains with Shakespeare and Harper Lee,
I wish I could say I don’t pay a weekly visit to spell check.
I wish I could write like my mother, the queen of the world.
I wish I could dive into wet words,
Instead of hitting my head on the concrete of writers block.
I wish I could tell you this was a poem,
If only it were such a beautiful thing.
I wish I could say I write as much as Suess
Or as frightening as King
Or even as published as... E. L. James...
I wish I could say my world of writing is filled with happy thoughts,
That flow gently through the streams,
As opposed to the real thoughts that pollute the water throughout the world.
I wish I could say I could write an untainted, uncliched romance novel,
Or write of mysteries I could answer.
I wish I could tell you this isn’t my first poem my world has seen in weeks.
Nov 4, 2012
Nov 4, 2012 at 7:27 PM UTC
I wish I could show you my world of writing.
I wish I could be in the tall purple-glazed mountains with Shakespeare and Harper Lee,
I wish I could say I don’t pay a weekly visit to spell check.
I wish I could write like my mother, the queen of the world.
I wish I could dive into wet words,
Instead of hitting my head on the concrete of writers block.
I wish I could tell you this was a poem,
If only it were such a beautiful thing.
I wish I could say I write as much as Suess
Or as frightening as King
Or even as published as... E. L. James...
I wish I could say my world of writing is filled with happy thoughts,
That flow gently through the streams,
As opposed to the real thoughts that pollute the water throughout the world.
I wish I could say I could write an untainted, uncliched romance novel,
Or write of mysteries I could answer.
I wish I could tell you this isn’t my first poem my world has seen in weeks.