What Makes the Words Come?


This is a poem posted on my refrigerator that I used to have in my classroom. It begins: “Inside this pencil crouch words that have never been written…” I love this poem and often think of it as I sit pecking away at my computer. As I think of pencils, I wonder….

If I wrote this with a pencil or pen, would I come up with something brilliant?
If I felt the friction of my hand pulling across the paper, would my thoughts pour more easily?
If I close my eyes and type while my hurting head lays back on my pillow, will my thoughts unfold and float to the surface of my head?
If I had started earlier today, would I have something more definitive to write?
If I could unroll all my tightened tired muscles, would words gladly appear on my sleeve?
What did I need to do today to have something written by now?
Perhaps if I’d not spent time thinking about my Mom,
had not spent time with Alex in the car, and hadn’t vacuumed words from the carpet to be ready for our son, daughter in law and grandbaby.
Perhaps if I take a nap right now…might I then discover something awakening in my mind that would be worthy of sharing?
Sometimes, Life just happens, and the process is hard to put into words.
Sometimes, just breathing in and breathing out is enough.
Sweet dreams to my Mom who ended up in the ER tonight.
May you have a restful night and awaken refreshed in the morning.
I’ll do that, too, Mama. We’re all holding hands. I love you.


  1. Loyd said,

    January 18, 2014 at 11:27 am

    Oh, Ann, your words about what makes the words come is a poem within itself. So dear and beautiful – thanks, you’ve given me pause this morning to muse along with you. Blessings to your Mama and to you.

  2. Ann Gordon said,

    January 18, 2014 at 1:29 pm

    Thanks, Loyd. So fun to see a comment from you here! My mom is still in the hospital but doing a little better. Always wishing you were my neighbor. Your comment makes me feel like you’re right here! Loving you!

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