... they come storming
in the middle of
the night, flashes of inspiration
throwing me out of bed and
into the pen, these words, these
words!  Often, they come
without warning:  poetry,
like weather, always constant,
ever changing, a force
too big to be contained.
Have you ever tried to hold
back the wind?  Nothing to do
but let them have their say.
More than a hobby,
my life's passion.  Only
took forty one years
to find it.  No apologies:
that's why I write these words,
these words!  Have to.  Want
to.  L o v e  to.

(c) 2007, Karla Dorman (12/22)