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.
In a list
A contest entry
- Titles by Samplette.
800 points, ended May 20, 2007, 37 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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Congrats on the trophy. I'm sure you deserved it. This was really, really creative. Great job.
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Congratulations on your beautiful silver award, well deserved, wonderful write excellent use of the title chosen
Have a beautiful day, Ken IBT


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I was wondering if anyone would choose this title and where they would go with it. You did a remarkable job with it. A pleasure to read. Thank you for entering the contest. Great write.
Sam
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This is why I tell people plainly that I am not a poet. This is amazing.


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man, this is GOOOOD!!!!
U rock Nicola!!!!
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i am in complete and utter awe!!!!
wow, now this is so much in honor of all writersd!!!
...we all have to start somewhere!!!
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the futures that this brings!!!!
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take care!!!!
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brian
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Very well written! A descriptive and believable poem!


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This is wonderful! I wish I could think to write poems like this. Very imaginative, you must be, to write this.
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Terse - love that word.
This has a wonderful old feel to it. I can relate.
thanks,
John -
This appears so simple, it is penned with alot of imagination and thought. I really enjoyed it.
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Freely and simply done. Cute piece!
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I enjoyed reading this. I love the use of the words in this line... To ripple his fingertips to the jingle of his imagination... Great stuff.
Well Done!
Emm
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This poem really stands out in simplicity, yet beautiful and unique images
you have done a remarkable job here!


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i like this, its about something so simple. nice job and keep the ink flowing!
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a good poem, ah the days of the typewriter, i still ahve an old electric one but i did have a couple of old mechanical ones. good imagery here.
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Well penned here and there is a rush one gets when the mind tends to play with the keys of the typewriter and the story speeks in volumes

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