Today’s poem is in answer to The Sunday Whirl. If you need inspiration please visit that site.
All desire does not
Find me forlorn, but I wax
Each drive I slake in rough-hewn
Poems wrought by manic work.
I am doubly blessed
By creativity and
To making verses that sing
On magnificent pages.
I sand my words on
The harsh tongues that clash then fuse
In an affair which
Meets at the fork of my own
I embrace each line
I write with great devotion
Bringing them softly
To the open attention
Of people who read along.
I celebrate life
In the verses I capture
Of those who peruse the words
I place before their vision.
Jo Ann J. A. Jordan
Sunday, December 2, 2012
I am grateful:
1. I was able to catch some extra sleep this morning.
2. Alex and I have talked via Voxer quite a lot today.
3. We have a washer and dryer to take care of our clothes.
4. We have a microwave that allows us to cook and warm food quickly.
5. My printer still works after four years.
I have had a wonderful Sunday and I hope your day was just as good. Now devote yourself to working creatively for a while. If you do not capture your thoughts in a lasting form you cannot share them with others.
As a prompt, write about writing or writers. You might find you have a great deal you want to say. Writing always seems to be an inexhaustible subject for me. If you use this prompt, please leave a link to your work in the comments below.
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