THE WRITER AT PEACE
My writing life hides in plain sight,
Mind is always filled with conversations
With snippets, lyrics, drama and all sorts
Thoughts to papers, electronics or virtual
I have turned the company I most cherish
And not until I release the noise stay
swirling
So, as ideas strike like lightening, I
scribble or click
Sometimes, it is deadlines that spur me to
action,
Prompts do help guide me, as do sentence
starters,
The senses graphically organise, outline, structure,
And when it is a poem, pictorially, it
helps mentor texts
Describing what I see, think, and how-feelings
in an outpour
As a laced musing emerges, the heart and
mind come to peace.
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