UKArchive ID: 27883ChairmanWow
Originally published on July 13, 2012 in Poetry
Some lyric verse for a change; need to give myself a break from the epic narrative verse I've been experimenting with.
The mind is the muscle
twisting you forward.
Follow through and immortal She
calls time-out. Grey matter
muscle tension crackles, static
under blanket on an Illinois
winter night. Exert all
scribe athlete, and sacrifice--
no, travail. I refuse it,
will not become the high
flying champion who lacks
only song and dance.
Archived comments for body English
Texasgreg on 14-07-2012
Aye! The picture I get of being under a blanket on an Illinois winter night is just huddling underneath, teeth chattering. Raised in Iowa, so I'm familiar with those. Wind a howlin', fighting to keep yer toes under the covers. The only pictures in yer head were of how white and unforgiving it was outside. Is that why you live in Arizona? LOL.
You hit the nail on the head Greg
chant_z on 15-07-2012
Excellent. Very compact and impressive write. The wording fits very well. Being a francophiliac I of course enjoyed the word "travail" tremendously :). Never been to Illinois though but it's a suggestive piece.
Appreciate the comment Fredrik. Writing can be isolating and getting back in the game instead of just writing about stuff is important.