When the words flow from ones brain onto paper
One can be sure to think there’ll be mess,
And yet more oft' then not ’tis pure magic,
Thus is just how I personally write I confess.
For while some prefer planning and sculpting,
Endless research and contemplating…
There’s nothing quite as Devine as just sitting,
And letting the words flow like water in a storm - not debating. 🙂
Writing is an art, and a most enchanting one,
That lets one’s beholder cast the pictures in their mind,
Taking them further each time through their own evolution,
Whilst evolving the writer beyond their current point in kind.
Though at times writing can be a most frustrating event,
When the words shan’t flow on the cue that we’d like,
Pens run out of ink, devices go flat, the stream of words block,
or life just happens to decide to block our delight…
Yet letter vie letter in each written moment,
The enchanting magic of when the words flow,
Can take all they reach onward seraphically or not.
For it all depends what the writer shall have for them this time in stow…
The Poetic Life 2.0 