I write to see if I can
make sense
when I'm tired and I'm
feeling dense
to write my homework for
my writing class
with no inspiration or a
prompt or a half-full glass
to remind me of what I'm
about to write.
I write my morning pages
at the break of dawn
when my mind is fresh
and hasn't started thinking
I write how I feel when
I'm all alone
about the rays of the
sun that lights the moon that's sinking
grateful for our daily
bread, I write to start my day right.
I also write when I'm
upset and what great length I go
Indeed to exercise my
right to feel this way
No matter I'm right or
wrong when I'm feeling low
Let me express and vent
about my dismay
better for me to write
than to shop to feel good
I write to pay tribute,
I love writing cards
to say thank you or I
love you oh how I miss you my dear
I write to say sorry and
for what I said please discard
"Speak what we feel, not what we ought to
say" says King Lear
then
I cry over spilled milk then write some more.
My problem at the
moment is that I don't write enough
I must write daily to
make it part of my life
I should write anytime
when I cry and laugh
on every aha moment
when it cuts like a knife
those moments that I
can freeze and frame when I write.
I love it when I write
when my heart drives my hand
to sing the words in
melody, with rhythm and rhyme
of phrases and sentences
like Mozart's lullaby
in solitude I write,
oh heavens on high
strumming the words
through crests and throughs my soul embrace.
No comments:
Post a Comment