~~I write poetry from time to time and thought I'd share my latest one. It came from a discussion on the Books and Writers Forum about writing woes and what our tears do. I have to thank Ron Wodaski and Deniz Bevan for some of the images. Ron's blog is HERE and Deniz's is HERE.
The Writer’s Bestiary
I crouch in a desolate, desert waste
Of dry words without life or form or taste.
Then my muse appears to sit at my feet,
Her hand cupping, catching my tears;
Her smile wild and sweet.
Each drop you weep holds
oceans of healing, and
balm for those you seek.
In my hand I hold the cure
for word count dragonflies,
each wing made complete.
They water the hummingbirds who fly,
knitting your scenes together
unfolding your plot to the sky.
When your characters refuse their names,
your tears ease the roly-polies’ fears,
and soften the beetle’s hard shell,
where their hearts hide so well.
And as your tears overflow on
caterpillar, cocoon, and butterfly,
setting becomes focused and clear.
Choked throats, full of dialog are freed
as your tears tend the songbird’s wing,
allowing it once again to fly and sing.
“So cry, Dear One.
Your tears are not shed in vain.
Use them to write your story once again.”