Treasure Island

David Harris

(18 June 1945 / Bradfield, England)

A World Of My Own


When I write I go into
a world of my own.
My concentration is so strong
the rest of the world around me
just doesn’t belong.
The rest of the world vanishes
when my writing takes control
and I slip into a world of my own.
I only see the writing in front of me
everything else gets ignored.
My hearing does not detect
the voices surrounding me
when I drift into
a world of my own.
It is as though I’m hypnotised
by the words that I write
and all else never matters
disappearing out of sight
whenever I enter into
a world of my own.

27 September 2008

Submitted: Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Edited: Tuesday, February 03, 2009

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  • Patrick McFarland (12/31/2008 4:00:00 AM)

    Here in the States we call this 'being in the groove' (or at least we used to) . Nice job Dodgy Dave. (Report) Reply

  • JoAnn McGrath (12/29/2008 11:52:00 AM)

    you really DIAL YOURSELF IN....: O) .....I've lost that feeling don't ask me where it went....all the other noises of life are too over powering right now I guess....maybe after I start feeling better things will come back (Report) Reply

  • Alison Cassidy (12/26/2008 11:05:00 PM)

    From where I'm standing, this sounds like single-pointed concentration - something we Yoga teachers teach with gusto. There's nothing quite like following your creative thread and seeing where it takes you. Sometimes, the result is a poem - like this reather splendid one. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ (Report) Reply

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