A Writers Life - Leslie C. Dobson

They slowly appear
with the coming
of the midnight moon
twinkling in like stars
on a midnight sky
sliding down the banister
of a misty milky way brain
to reveal themselves

Like lovers lost
they leap and laugh
twirling around
until they firmly alight
to rest
waiting to meet
and mingle
with the surreptitious crowd

Some are ignored
left to sit on the bench
waiting to be plucked
others discarded
like a dirty rag
or a worn-out shoe
that won’t complete
the intended slate

The chosen ones
are slowly gathered
matched, and mated
strung together
like a show of garland
decorating the canvas
hour by hour
until fully revealed

Even then
some are thrust out
once more
no longer deemed
fit or worthy
they are tossed aside
as the eyes glance
to the bench once more

Finally the choreography
is complete
in unison, they flow
and unfold
as the plot reveals
taking twists and turns
like giggling girls
taking joy in all things

Nervously the curtain draws
and they are revealed
for the waiting crowd
and critical reviews
the creator stands
quietly to the side
in anticipation
and trepidation

The curtain closes
judgement is made
good, bad, indifferent
a concatenation
of reviews
which the architect consumes
one by one
and slowly sighs

In the end
the creator realizes
acceptance is naught
and moonlight beams
will carry new
and exciting partners
to be paired
and mated anew

So is a writers life
full of midnight dreams
and wandering thoughts
woven together
into a tapestry of writing
to rise like the sun
and shine
for all who care to consume

If you liked this poem, you can find additional ones on the poetry page of Leslie’s website.