Typewriter: A Poem

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In the early morning light,

I type my thoughts on antique keys,

As I bask in coffee steam,

Letting my thoughts wander,

Still caught up in leftover dreams,

Ideas become words and words become stories,

Through the rickety keys of a rusty typewriter.


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Jodah 2 years ago from Queensland Australia

Ah nostalgia Ebower. I remember doing exactly that. I still have some of the early poetry that I typed.


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Ebower 2 years ago from Georgia Author

Jodah: That's cool! I've never typed on a typewriter before, but I'd like to try it.


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jhamann 2 years ago from Reno NV

I fell into thoughts of me sitting in front of my old typewriter. Thank you for sharing. Jamie


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Ebower 2 years ago from Georgia Author

jhamann: I'm glad I could remind you of wonderful thoughts! Thanks for reading. :)


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Eiddwen 2 years ago from Wales

A great poem; loved it and enjoy your weekend.

Eddy.


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Ebower 2 years ago from Georgia Author

Eiddwen: Thank you. Enjoy yours, too!

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