Trying to Write – by TIM TIPTON

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Trying to Write


I reached deep into a empty well

 with questions, not words


Questions such as

 will I ever write again?


My body cries to lie down

 but my heart refused to obey


I struggled to form

 anything from the pen


The house was quiet like the backyard

 so quiet you don’t even know you’re alive


Moon shined hot florescent white

 on a humid summer night


I sat for hours trying to write

 my hand resigned the pen and turned

 out the light


Nobody could blame me if I

crawled in bed, could they?


There was nothing new inside me

 the well was bone dry


I studied the paper gleaming from the

 moonlight where I saw it quivering

 when my breath touched it


Before long, before I knew it,

 morning came  


The sun was ripe for the eye

 The well was full and plentiful

 Morning nourished me, everything was



I took all the time I wanted as

 pen came together with paper and

 words flowed from the ink, this  

 pleased me greatly.



Tim Tipton was first seduced by the craft of poetry when he read the “Panther” by Rainer Marie Rilke. Tim is a graduate of California State University of Northridge where he received a Bachelor of Science in Sociology. He also received a degree in Substance Abuse counseling.


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