My writings are varied, my thoughts fuel the fire
My mind takes them captive before they expire
An inner dimension, newborn in the breeze
Dictates to my fingers in moments like these
My muse is a tyrant, a dragon, a fiend
At unlikely moments more thoughts have convened
I cannot detain them, they must have their way
Pushing and shoving to hijack my day
Dancing a tango, seducing my mind
Forming the words that my voice cannot find
Rushing and tumbling over the page
Whirling and twirling, coming of age
Splicing, enticing, leading astray
Dreaming up ways to enrich the affray
Sounding and pounding, building with glee
‘Til finally, a brand new creation is free
It’s because all of this that I write what I write
I don’t have a choice when new notions take flight
I am merely a vessel, a means for my muse
Thus providing a stage for her artistic views.
Always,
Deborah
And I do care,
So keep up your writes,
As if nothing else,
To you its only right...
A marvelously created write.
Pen to paper musings to a smile.
Lady Mary Ann
budd
Ron
Regis
I write to acknowledge the works that I read
To praise and encourage the thoughts that are freed
Especially the ones that stir up my own
That thrill me or chill me right down to the bone.
Your words do all that with a touch that caresses
And sometimes they even relieve all my stresses.
Many thanks.