A Letter To The Editor Poem by Leaking Pen

Click! Click! click and submit
Edit! Edit! edit and recommit
Each time I let go of new lines
I go back and redo my first designs
My keyboard is dizzy from my indecisions
And my fingers suffer from surgical incisions.
I wish I could leave these virgin thoughts alone
With purity and innocence ringing from their first tone.
Then the wizard in my mind takes control
Reversing my poetic gears that cause my fall!
I miss the old days when with parchment and inks
Once a verse is birthed, it never blinked or hid
Or in the caves of history forgotten I wish I did.
Or away from prying eyes in a jar with a closed lid
For prosperity safe keeping for my heart to re-discover
These gems of mine are like a newly discovered lover
For beauty comes from my original thought
To celebrate with fanfare and little distraught
I wish I could learn to value my first poetic beats
And do away with laptops and their speedy deletes
The greater good is not to stress my word bank
And to be prudent with placement of each rank
Let me leave alone the hands of my tongs
And respect the pulse of my original songs
Chances now I will come back again
Edit these lines with my laptop's pen!
Wait! Wait! I just thought of a new Zen
This poem should end with Amen!
But like a persistent uncontrollable outbreak
I will reshuffle each verse like in a rumbling earthquake!

September 16 2011
Copyright Leaking Pen 2012
Rev Oct 30th 2014