A poem about writing… if you like

As a prolific author I often get asked:-

  • How do you do it?
  • Why do you do it?
  • Where do you do it?
  • For how long do you do it?

You know… in not so few words but similar.

There are answers but what came to me the other day was a poem that goes some way to explaining. So here it is… and please… interpret to your heart’s content…

 

To write… a muse

by Sarah Lynch

A puncture in my chest you remain

A healing embrace you also are

Yet I find it difficult to absorb you

I skim the surface because you hurt

 ♥

I see clearer when I see through you

I breathe harder when you remind me

I shake out the strength that surrounds

Cascades along my entirety in droves

 ♥

I clench a fist and it gathers there

The will of my command, my drive

The energy, not the words, escape

They explode into matter from nothing

 ♥

A dream to create, plunder and expatiate

A heart so solid, so stony though flourishes

You wild rivers you, swirling, amassing,

You gather within to expunge my self

She broke the barriers, undid the bonds

She chipped me down, broke me open

She, vile and tempestuous, sought me out

Forced me to yield to her in empathy

 ♥

The lives of many explored by a scribe

The whispers of existence all at odds

The voices swirl, fold, join and mingle

To make one, loud noise.

To ignore it… impossible

© Sarah Michelle Lynch

 

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