Ray Quesada

Veteran Poet - 1,073 Points (08-08-1986)

A Poem Sneaks Into The Room - Poem by Ray Quesada

A poem comes abruptly – A poem
Sneaks into the room and hides behind the chair
Or the couch, or the curtain
And then pounces through the air
Into the Mind
Chokes and licks the Heart
At the strangest of times
It seduces me…and I will try, sometimes
To resist…but then I usually comply
– I know what it wants <><><>
<><><> It's more of a strong FEELING
Attached to a general Idea, or to a few
Musical words –
Either way…it won't leave you be until
You write it – until it gets what it came for

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Each letter; Each word; Each sentence
Crawls from my head, down my neck
Into my arm, and then into my hand and fingers
-The ink glides smooth across the paper-
-the keys click and plick-
Each word has a special grace
(Hand written poems and typed poems are very different)

A poem doesn't care if you're at work
– 'I can't write you.', I try to say…
'SNEAK into the bathroom with a pen and a napkin then…'
It tells me-
It commands me-
'Not now…my wrist hurts from writing all day! '
'Suck it UP.' The poem replies.
'But, but…ughhh…okay, you're right. You win.' I say.

- -And even though I sometimes choose the wrong words,
even though it may read wrong,
or seems unsteady...
it can be fixed- -

it can grow-
like a pet
like a child
like a tree
Into something Otherworldly

This poem is happy it has been written.

(Voice of the poem) – 'And now that you have finished my bidding, I will let you get back to your daily tasks.'
(Me) – 'My thanks to you, Great One, is simply your concluding line.'

– 9: 13 pm, October 17th,2011 – Books-a-Million -


Comments about A Poem Sneaks Into The Room by Ray Quesada

  • Freshman - 622 Points Arlene Dery (4/9/2015 1:21:00 AM)

    I liked your poem, how it took on a life of its own. The truth in the writing. Great job! (Report) Reply

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  • Rookie Owain Glyn (4/22/2013 8:37:00 AM)

    You're right, they're like insistent children, or puppies that want to play! (Report) Reply

  • Freshman - 909 Points Theodora Onken (4/21/2013 2:11:00 AM)

    Oh my, this is nothing short of brilliant. Love your mind and your words! (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 184 Points Karen Sinclair (4/10/2013 7:07:00 AM)

    Oh yeah! I know that demon well were you stroll up the road and it grows as each step is taken and you have nought but one (as in my case) withered mind to rely on. You repeat repeat repeat then sit down and you e lost the middle strength ahhh I know this so well

    My friend a great poet would love this I think. May I send it to her. She has obscure taste quite often and I think it may tickle her poet taste buds. Loved it. Your finest piece as read by me so far. Bravo dear poet. Karen (Report) Reply

  • Silver Star - 4,107 Points Diane Hine (4/6/2013 3:26:00 AM)

    This is great - love that image of the crawling words. I wish poems came to me unprompted, but they don't (probably something to do with age and relative percentages of grey and white matter) . (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 8,885 Points Savita Tyagi (4/4/2013 4:48:00 PM)

    what a wonderful way to describe the urge of writing. Enjoyed reading it so much. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 4, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, October 11, 2013


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