Poem.

I wrote a poem today because I had to, and sometimes, that doesn't go so well; today, it went well. I love when poetry flows out as easily as a story and with me it very rarely does, one of my motivations for taking my poetry course, pushing my limits perhaps giving myself the chance to let that flow become more frequent. Anyways, the poem. the poem was to be inspired by an object we were to bring in to class... mine never made it to class but I still had to write the poem and a fine poem it is.

Creature
Quit that racket!
Never heard nobody who writ' loud as that!
Pen or pencil suit jus fine,
won't wake a sleepin' babe neither!
B'sides got them fancy computing machines,
replacement of those creatures.
Why you be writin' so damn loud?!

Only some GET IT.
Writers.
A special breed.
Take to such creatures with their
loud,
clanking,
keys.
Hunching over them,
fabricating
stories, tales.
Master weavers of words,
the only ones to whom these machines
will concede.

Fingers force down their circular keys
with a
PUNCH
Advancing their carriage they,
regurgitate small black type eaten for lunch.

The writer writes away,
the haters of noise,
machine's outdated features...
The writer understands,
the elusive,
typewriter creature.