soul food
i write with left hand, right-brained creativity freely flowing out onto unlined sheets... so that i don't think about staying within guides or writing in form. other times my words simply ache for rhyme and verse. i bring the cat in, let her watch with one good eye the words that i pen: she lies in soft coil on the hollow of my lap, purring in her peace. other times i wake, jolted out of dreams at night by the spark of thought-- it coaxes, a child, holds your hand and pulls you there... begging you to look and see the wonder: a shy poet's Picasso, aching to be penned. i do not dismiss... when inspiration calls me, i leap to capture every willing word. my meek, hungry paper seeks poetic soul food.
Author's Note: this was written in response to a challenge at BoP... Shankz, a truly creative poet, asked people to describe how they went about their writing... *smiling* ... this is more or less my average routine... *grins* ~ Erin
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