Inviting

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The pale white depth
Of the screen is inviting
Me to be writing
Scribbing my thoughts
A key at a time
Trying catch feeling and rhythm
The soft gentle plinking
Against keys as I thinking
Of topics vivid to consume
All of that white room
Fluorescent pale and exciting
As words begin fighting
For space on the screen
Thoughts begin to overrun
As if driven ny a gun
The nimbleness in fingers
And a tingling lingers
Flushed as a kiss
These fingers red miss
A key here or there
Depending I repair
A sentence or word broken
Never be so if I had spoken
But poetry needs
A place to be laid
A sheet of paper or screen
With pen or with digits
Before poet forgets
These thoughts and these dealings
The raw sentient feelings
The rhyme and the rhythm
The always there something
Driving the poet along
To fill space needs filling
With poet's thoughts sweet or chilling
All of the words conjured
As if mugged in a junkyard
Repaired and refitted
Set now in new purpose
Get them down is the chanting
Not idealistic or romancing
Get down all those words
In their ordered herds
Of ideas for the milking
Cheap words for silking
Fill the deep white
The screen electronic bright
With words from your thoughts
As the words of the others
Who lived before screens
Before paper and inks
Swishing the verses
On walls in the caves
Of antelope chases
Of buffalo hunts
Of the chaste and the brave.