I write these nonsensical words.
Hoping that out of the quagmire
Comes gold.
As I scribe, the words loom larger
Hovering over the page. Loose.
Swimming.
They move around by unseen hands.
Making new sentences. Reborn
as prose.
“But this isn’t what I wanted!”
I think to myself, frustrated.
Full stop.
I scramble to make sense of it.
Like a jigsaw, I place words piece
by piece.
Slowly, slowly, the writing creeps.
Finally filling up the page.
I’m done.
— ~ —
The reader sighs – sympathising,
Relating, delighting, wrangling.
Enthralled.
Ne’er do they suspect the battle
Between the writer and the words
The end.
By Sarah ©2019
LIVING THE DREAM 