Till The Writing Do Us Smart
That's his "Girl Friday" and any other day till you writing do us smart and how on earth do we ever get a writers block.You earned it well Hemingway hurrah.
And the Winner is writers are Scott Fitzgerald the news greater then the Herald, J K Rowling she made a strike better then bowling for the love of books
She was in the Villa
Wearing her fine long
Chinchilla, Fairytale Fae
But inside she was
The death to be book part she
noticed a sliding door A heart
moved inside the secret door
Her Long petticoat laced
Got caught on the floor
His eyes were thick to book her
She was against the wall Oh! Sir
the stock of books to be laid
English Tudor book house of maid's
Then she heard a knock at her door
A distinguished gentleman she raised
her brow and heard a shout her
So wary he looked bristled and she was
book disheveled the wall opened itself
You read into his act like a magician
So off again on again was eternal love
The same day being booked you got
stampeded again and snowed in
Day in and day out
the book was not completed
Life so unsuspected, or reading further on
did you really expect it
Or being taken in by it
Until death do us part only words talk
Inside the painting, book moved
Henrietta Rae the eighteenth century
Could play like objects an "Operetta"
A literary write until the death do
Old spirited La Gazette her name
So Owl like but the ghostly writer
He had her mind of darkness
of crimes took over distressed
Digging on ten commandments
She only wanted compliments
She pulled the lever but she
felt hotter with his fever
There were all books in a vault
Who is the mystery writer at fault?
Ownership of books
more than there wifes
How love finds a place to the
Moving Mass Einstein holds the key
What's in the book well that depends
Like two trenchcoat's
with author suits on a hook
Religiously Zen, but with ulterior motives
books arrived in ten
Her home interior so bright eyes
so enthusiastic but he was inferior
with the ballpoint pen, he pressed her
Like a Depp actor mind way ahead
So for long such sadness, I'll be damned
so gloomed behind her
Heavy necklace weighed her down
That chain reaction her writers' block
She was stuck in his room by his
hands of the clock
Her long life pause her short book clause
And he's her spouse? Like a bookmark,
her tongue traveled but she couldn't help
to notice another sliding door
"Out of life"
"Not One life"
(Born to die)
A book to die for
But who do we live for?
Like a Jalapeno hell of reading so blunt
Fashionably late like Mr.Valentino book hunt
So fitting lifestyle in Florence her Coffee table
Your eyes of the "BeBook" holder
"The love camera"
Reads her like Tarantino but doesn't age
her to get older more book wiser
What holds to her grace of "Florentino"
books are like flavors
The wine and book taste like Gallo
Such an exquisitely beautiful painting Henrietta Rae brightness being charmed and darkness follows but she is in a spell so booked one turn of his page and then
How Scott Fitzgerald made it all happen he was waiting for a call.How the books of such enchantment he met his Zelda love uncertainty at first then bloomed.
How papers fly like for a second you could almost cry. Why is life full of frustration but when you finish for the love of details your heart jumped for joy.
Let's be honest we all earn something valuable in our lives. Keep on reading and believing in yourself don't leave a valuable words left on your shelf.
© 2017 Robin Carretti