I seem to have a bit of a theme happening here of doom, gloom, and general misery, so I'll try for a change of mood with this next one.
As the keyboard taps - 1st draft
As the keyboard taps at rapid rate
Lines of thoughts propel the race
As words and images intertwine
And metaphors leap line to line
Each jockeying to find their place.
Nimble fingers maintain the chase
To finely craft a work of grace
Rhythm and metric beat combine
As the keyboard taps
Letters form a tight embrace
As stanzas seek their rightful place
Every symbol and every sign
Stamp out their mark and by design
Echoes of words leave their trace
As the keyboard taps.