The Closet Writer

The lamp glowing at his desk

Looks on silently as he goes on

Words which fell from empty space

Emerge from the shadow of his pen

Fragments they were before his touch

Gave them the elixir of life

Seething anger, searing passions,

Deadpan humour, melancholy strife

Image conjured in obscure confines

A canvas sprayed by his lines.

Strewn around the table, they lie

Plots funny, macabre and bizarre

Some trashed in the bin

Others put asleep in the drawer

Waiting to be discovered some time

Diamonds dispersed in a coal mine.

One thought on “The Closet Writer

  1. charudatta says:

    very well written…thnx for ur comment…the last pic was taken by controlling the exposure of the camera and slight movement of the camera whi;e clicking it..:)cheers,-cd

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