13/9/16 About the writing process and questions about where it originates
Putting the finishing touches
on a poem,
like a cake decorator
icing a cake.
How do I know it is complete?
When do I say "that is the final word"?
These words spill out of me,
like a razor down a fat vein..
they just flow like blood.
Dark imagery, light, love,
All of it, from somewhere inside me,
invisible to my own inward scouring eyes.
I have no idea what will come out
until I sit here at the keyboard,
with a pen to put to paper...
...with you listening to draw it out of me,
it comes, like the Four Horsemen, it comes
and there is no stopping it.
...unless I miss my moment...
Oh the agony of a lost inspiration!