Read Poem: “A Writer’s Life” by Ellen Marie Blend

While in the bath a thought occurs
Of something I should write
I scurry to not lose the words
No matter how contrite

So in my towel, still dripping wet
I boot up my writing tool
And await my slate to show itself
While my back is getting cool

The words begin to flow on screen
With sentences somewhat
Some are cherished works of art
With others that I cut

Now I dress; grab the shampoo
And begin to wash my hair
When other words creep in so fast–
My adrenaline is there

Hair dripping now, instead of me
I complete my work on screen
To find my thoughts however full
Are incomplete and lean