The Rewrite

"Rebels revel in rewriting reality's restrictions."
Ryan Lilly


Rewriting, or rather taking what's been written in one voice and flipping it as though you've built a mansion from reusable scraps.

THE MAG

Photo credit: Gerrit Photography

THE REWRITE

NOT A CROW

by Me

and Edgar

(ever so slightly)

The Place- Edgar's Cafe, here I sit, 
yes, I see the man with camera
with the silken happily certain rustling of each linen page, 
thrilled me, as I tapped away behind the window-pane.

Never upon a morning of rewriting, will I forget, crisp and chatty,

Under many ordinary and uninteresting volumes of remembered myths,

While I plotted, always typing, suddenly there came an annoying rapping,

As if some one roughly tapping, tapping under my typewriter keys.

"Tis some editor," I yelled, "tapping at my typewriter keys-

Only that, and nothing less."

Ah, fluently I'd forgotten it was in the bright of December,

And each continued raving line birthed its creation upon my paper,

Eagerly, I dreamt of yesterdays; modestly I had not sought to convey

From my pages wildly yielding, convey- convey for the found Gilmore-

For he the familiar and gloomy ex-lover whom the critics and I named Gilmore-

Named here nevermore.

and the silken happily certain rustling of each linen page thrilled me-

as I tapped away behind the window-pane.

Surely you noticed-

It's Edgar Allan Poe writing- as once again he slips behind-

 the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain-

continuing evermore.

Enjoy your day, wherever it takes you!

"Never fear starting. Fear never starting."
Ryan Lilly