Block type faced

All work and no play
makes me a dull girl,
it seems to say
decayed titanium reaches
frayed and rusted
keys ready to play

acrid flanges
once feverently typed
first thing in the morning
way into the night
Concerto in carbon minor
copied and loved
gone flat.

There was an ashtray
somewhere
stained nicotine
and coffee cups
reporting continually
when the Beatles came
down that long and winding road
with Lucy and the
tax man
in tow

And Martin spoke of
unspeakable things
of freedom and equality
and magic was waved clickclacking
on the beast who
would not
or could not
be tamed.

Once upon a time
writers block was conquered
with a fairytale
written for two young ones
who revelled in the
reverie that followed.

And the dirty
teeth drank
chasing dragons in darkness
sucking in yellow smoke
at 3am

Jack peeks through
the decrepit door
“All work and no play
makes you a dull girl”

Ah, for sure

My contribution to one shoot sunday over at one stop poetry. Art from Jack @ Jackazzphotography, photos rock by the way J πŸ˜‰

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22 responses to “Block type faced

  1. Some really great on-liners in your challenge response. (Concerto in carbon minor, acrid flanges, chasing dragons in darkness). One of your writing strengths is breaking imagery down to its most basic elements, literally (meaning chemically). Few people can do that well. I also like how you describe the writer’s environment.

  2. this piece is a joy to read!the numerous one liners and imagery are engaging and take the reader on a rollercoaster of emotions!like my blurb?lol seriously,the work is amazing.keep it up!

  3. There were a lot of lines I particularly liked, but these stick in my mind.

    decayed titanium reaches
    frayed and rusted
    keys ready to play

    That spirit of play, never repressed, and then again:

    Once upon a time
    writers block was conquered
    with a fairytale

    I still do that. May it never change. Thanks for the fine poem.

  4. Brilliant. You caught the whole nicotine-buzzed, coffee-stained, 3 a.m. ambience of the hack tap-tap-tapping away the 20th century.

  5. ‘Once upon a time/ writer’s block was conquered/with a fairy tale…’ I remember that–the fairy tale untold. Lovely poem! Thank you for sharing it.

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