The End of Revision
I’ve been living in the guts of the story I wrote
like a surgeon grasping the beating heart,
it pumps in rubbered gloves,
to repair it
and, now out,
I’m lost, wandering
in the real world.
I’ve been living in the guts of the story I wrote
like a surgeon grasping the beating heart,
it pumps in rubbered gloves,
to repair it
and, now out,
I’m lost, wandering
in the real world.
joe hawes
Fabulous image. Most if us have been there at one time or snother
Ellen Morris Prewitt
The actual image was a dropped phone!
Harliqueen
This was brilliant, and really quite accurately described the writing process at times 😀 Great poem!
Ellen Morris Prewitt
Thanks. Of course, I’ve since realized it wasn’t really the “end” of revision, which also accurately describes my writing process.