The Writer
The Writer
Staring
at a white sheet
of paper—
no lines.
And then…
“some-thing” nudges—
write.
Words
one after another
pour from a soul
let loose like a
river.
All at once
the flow~~~calm.
Then they begin
cascading over and over
the once ‘blank’ sheet.
The pen unleashed in
the writer’s hand
now hits the rapids—
the white water.
Words spew in
every direction.
Still, there is a
movement.
Whatever exists
beyond the bend
does not matter,
the moment
is exactly this place.
The words go
under water
gasping for breath—
they are held in
what seems an eternity.
Yet, when they
break the surface~~~
feel the rhythm of
the wind~~~
they again trust
the mastery
‘in’ the flow.
The blank page—
‘overflowing.’
The river
never once the same.
This writer
releases
the vessel
within—
which can never
again be tied
to the shore.
I like the words and the images: beyond the bend, this moment this place,
tied to the shore, writer releases, etc….
Write-On Suze…
Your poems often resonate with my past. This one vibrates with my past, present, and what I envision in the future. Thanks.
Deep Gratitude my friend…