The Typewriter

by N J Thornton   May 6, 2007


Ten years old,
genius and foolish;

inspired and hushed.

He gnawed his nails
and scraped out the
day old dirt.

Terse sighs and pensive
squints guided his hands
to play the typewriter.
To ripple his fingertips
to the jingle of
his imagination.

To tell childish tales,

to get lost in the world
of a [future] writer.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Jennifer RIP Lesthat Hayden

    Once again another one of those "snapping" poems it reminds me of. Another four but I enjoyed this one more than the last.

  • 17 years ago

    by Marc Ortiz

    Just like 'Contemplating Suicide' said "An intresting poem." I love the story behind the poem! well done! its short but I really enjoyed it! keep writing :)

  • 17 years ago

    by Simple Sensation

    An intresting poem. I think your talking about a little boy with a talent of writing and then you go on to expand it, showing how much talent this young boy has, and how this talent can become something great in the future. I loved the way you used punctuation and enjambment. Loved the vocabulary you used, and your description creates this lcear image. On the last stanza you wrote "[future]" suggesting this word is important. It makes the reader think about this boys future. Intresting read... Keep them up! xx

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