I do not write because I choose
to express my views or take some stand,
and not because I have something more to say,
although I may,
but mainly,
I write because
some joy lightens my heart
or wonder tugs my soul
or something someone says or does
tickles at my side,
because some heaviness sits upon my chest,
tightness grabs around my throat,
or glaze of sadness covers up my eyes.
And like a panther pacing in a cage
that won’t lie down or rest or sleep
or even eat in peace,
that roars and rattles and shakes
and bares its teeth,
I will not rest until set free
by words not yet expressed
or even come to be.
I write because I must,
and do not stop
until my tongue slides smoothly over lines
that softly strike the strings
inside my chest,
and then and only then,
I yawn and stretch
and find a sunny spot in which to sleep,
until awakened on another day.
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Exactly what seems to happen to you …except the rest part does not seem to last for very long.. until someone does say or do something which sends your brain soaring into another poem, while I sit quietly and gaze and think…there he goes again .
The output from the ‘pacing panther’ brings our week to a peaceful, often thought provoking conclusion.
“ So gaze and think throughout each week, but don’t stop penning the lines we seek.
And know that we love your creative spark, it brings us sunshine in this Covid dark.” Ron
Enjoying your writing, Larry.
Your need to write is my need to paint. We both express ourselves – you with words and I with paint. I think sometimes we are spirits on a similar journey.