Shower Demons
As I shower
Poems pour out from parts unknown,
Demanding to be shared.
Still, I linger.
Verses taunt me: “Write us down.
Your thoughts, they must be bared.”
End of shower.
Laptop beckons. Towel’s dropped.
I’m free — my poem’s been aired.
(Sara asks: What Poetry Means To Me. Now you have my answer.)[tags]Poetry’s Meaning, Inspiration, Free Verse[/tags]
Poems come to me in the car.
Thanks for sharing your process with us. The way you describe it is intimate and revealing.
Lovely. Umberto Eco said he’d write in the shower if such a thing as plastic paper existed! Now we need shower proof computers!
oh how beautifully stated, very intimate indeed. no wonder they rock, thank you for sharing.
Thanks so much for your kind words!
Shower is often my place also aswell as when I’m running. Thanks for that - made me smile ;-)
so true!! the words come at the drop of a hat, not caring what we might be doing & they demand to be written!
Thanks ! Glad you could relate!
Thanks for the clean submission to Obsession!