Writer's Journey
Warn the karate instructor!
Today the delete key overheated,
The trashcan filled up (twice) with crumpled wads of paper,
My fingernails gnawed ragged as I worry.
But then
Joy squeezes my heart.
The sentence dances,
Reborn from lying inert,
Dead as the sodden leaves.
For such moments,
Ink has flowed,
Tears have spilled,
And hope is renewed by the right word.
Heart, brain, my inveterate will
to write on
and on and on
Hear me and remember
For next time.
never stop writing!!
Regis
Joy squeezes my heart.
The sentence dances,
Reborn from lying inert,
Dead as the sodden leaves.
Cheers,
Dan