Only Push the Pen

NaPoWriMo2017Day29
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It’s not that I have not been writing. It’s more like I have been editting in between visits from much loved friends, cooking, feasting, playing Scrabble matches to the death.  Then it was May and the garden burgeoned and nature said, No time for pen play! Pay attention to me! It was most persuasive. But still, the pen and the notebook were there and the notebook was nearly full. Time to fill the final few pages. And despite the call of domestication, my wild mind chomped at deadlines and potential themes.

Only push the pen.

After a long pause

only push the pen.

Be patient. Before long

you will find once again

your tongue, your teeth,

tone and inflection.

Just flex the finger, that miracle

of the opposable thumb.

Only push the pen

across the page,

rest against this paper,

the pulp that was once

living tree, with roots

that still may live.

Find teeth, tongue, tone.

Flex the finger bones.

Only push the pen,

making it be alive.

Tap root. Live again.

 

NaPoWriMo2017Day29

Only Push the Pen