When I have too much to say
The words won’t line up
They jostle
And push for place on the page
I’m too tired tonight to sort them
So they lie around in jumbled groups
Talking
Like loud teenagers
Too many words is usually not a problem for a writer
I’ve been sharpening my tools of late
Writing several hours on different things a day
So I’ve called forth this plethora
An army of thought
They sit mustered and blowing steam into the air
I don’t want them here right now
This minute
But they’ve come regardless
Hordes of them
Far as the eye can see
Camped
Waiting
I sit before the fire
With my commitment and resolve
The daily blog
Must be posted
I open the door a crack
Bellow
Ok you there with the not too much to say
Come in here
Lie down on the page
The rest of you
Get some sleep
And don’t come bothering me
I’ll come get what I need in the morning
Keep the peace
No talking
Lights out
Words lay down
Sssssshhhh
And no snoring
And I finish this post
For you folk to read
It’s not brilliant
I know
But here it is here
And my songline continues
Unbroken
