Writing Poetry – a poem by Matthew J. Andrews

Writing Poetry

To write the poems that live
in the ink smudged on my fingers
is to give form to the demons
with possession of my hands,

to draw their shapes in the corners
of the pages and watch them
stomp and shout when animated
by the breath of my thumb,

to hover over their impish dance
with an eraser, pondering
whether the strange creatures might
really be angels after all.

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Based in Modesto, California, Matthew J. Andrews is a private investigator and writer whose poetry has appeared or is forthcoming in The Dewdrop, Deep Wild Journal, Braided Way Magazine, Song of the San Joaquin, and Red Eft Review, among others.

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Sarah

poet, tutor, runner, cat lady

1 Comment

  1. This is interesting to me as it starts rather dark… and then ends up lighter and more hopeful. My poetry tends to flow from more of a reassuring place almost exclusively. You make me wonder if I might explore my anger more in my poetry. Hmmm…..

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