Show me some discipline



Born again


Words can be rascals

And like errant children

Have a tendency to get away from us

It takes a firm hand on the pen

To bend them to your will

Or at least knock them into some kind of shape

Given half a chance

They’ll just lie there like a lump on the couch



They must be coaxed into life

Encouraged to find meaning in this pointless existence

Words are not your friend

They are your crazy lover

And it’s all or nothing with them

Frustration and tears are the writer’s gristle

Shot through with moments of pure adrenaline

It takes the nose of a bird dog to find the beauty sometimes

But when you do

El Dorado lies before you

You regret all those nasty things you said

And fall in love all over again.



For Tosha Michelle, who knows how to show words who’s boss.





27 thoughts on “Show me some discipline

  1. Tosha has a beautiful blog – thank you for sharing her with others. Also, thank you for following my blog, I will certainly take time to visit yours as well. I hope you have a happy day. 🙂

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    1. She certainly does.
      You’re most welcome. I actually recognised a lot of myself in your writing. I will certainly come back and read more.
      It feels like we’ve both had a few similar experiences along the way. Enjoy your weekend.

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  2. This is really cool and unique!! It’s like the words in your poem had a life of their own. I really appreciate you. Going to like your page on Facebook (I’m Deborah Roth on FB, so that you know) Blessings to you both ❤

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