A Writer's Mind

There’s a tunnel that stretches forever

Swells of imagery flicker with outlandish beings,

Both great and miniscule.

Each creature tasked to devise its own name,

The reward laid out in a poem, a play, a story

They can finally call home.

When it gets to be too much they flow

Out through my neck, down my arm, to my pen.

The jaded would say writing simply falls from the treetops

Like autumn leaves or ripe fruit.

In a way it does, in a way it doesn’t.

The fruit is the tree’s gift to the world,

As my words are my humble offering.

Reviews

[Lady Glitter]

Love it! Writing about writing. Especially expressive is the line about each creature devising it's own name, and the reward. My artwork and crafted items create themselves. The end result is their doing. And so perceptive of you to state that our works sometimes fall into our laps, and sometimes they don't.

[Ashira Macy]

Thank you dear, it is how I always imagined these kind of creatures and creations came about. =)

[Boranus]

I was glad to partake of your fruit. Satisfied, I am now. Quieted by the endearing tone.

[Ashira Macy]

Thank you kindly Boranus, I am happy you savored it. =)

[Arrinae]

Wonderfully written! The best works, in my opinion, write them selves through you. move your fingers or your pencils without giving you much time at all to process the thoughts. Though sometimes its sits and festers waiting for the day it can be written at its best. Muses work in far so many mysterious ways.

[Ashira Macy]

Thank you Kayla, I totally agree. If you have to force it, it may not be meant to be. =)

[John Preston]

Your words are from your mind and soul,
into your arm then pen and eyes to write
As the fruit will fall freely
so as your story

[Ashira Macy]

Thanks again John!

[Sophy Freebirds]

This writing will touch any writer's heart..Yes we may have same ideas running through our minds but yhe style to pen it are way too different.People take it for granted when we pour down our emotions- the unartistic will never understand that it is not as easy as a fruit gravitates towards earth but still it is our gift to humanity- loved the contradiction in the last line.Keep writing amiga :)

~Sophy

[Ashira Macy]

Thanks so much Sophy,I am glad you enjoyed this one. It is true, we are hard to understand to those who aren't artistic, but at least we have each other right? =)

[AprilRN1210]

I like this one girl.. it feels like a real, honest, moment where you let us into the heart of a writer, just a glimpse to see the core of them.. It is our humble offering of our self.. we leave it.. we bleed it.. we allow our tears, our fears, our hopes, our dreams, our pain, our suffering, our joys, and our happiness color the pages... and you are a beautiful blend of beauty, light, and sincerity.. awesome job:)

[Ashira Macy]

Thank you April, so glad you enjoyed this one! I agree, our words flow out of us like our life blood, some bitter, some sweet, but always our own.

[AprilRN1210]

yes, ma'am... agreed.. ((hugs))
always a pleasure..

[Ashira Macy]

Hugs right back at ya!

[char]

"The fruit is the tree’s gift to the world/As my words are my humble offering."

Those lines are so true. Personally, I don't consider myself to be a gift to the world, but, hell, my writing will be. Nice poem!

[Ashira Macy]

Thanks Anna, I completely agree!

[kublakhan27]

Not much I can say about this one, it's all in the poem...an exquisite assessment of the mind and psyche of a writer...great work Ashira, you nailed it here :)

[Ashira Macy]

Thanks so much Kublakhan, that means a lot coming from you!

[kublakhan27]

My pleasure my friend :)

[kublakhan27]

Always a pleasure my friend :)

[raj24]

i was just trying to understand what goes a writers mind..ur words gave me a clear insight...n u r true a writers words r humble offerings to this world...liked it a lot..

Raj

[Ashira Macy]

Thanks for reading and reviewing Raj, I am glad you enjoyed it. =)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

and what an offering it is....

i like living in that tunnel...there are words on the tracks...and the are a locomotive hoping to gather steam and momentum....and end up finding a station.

really cool poem...

jacob

[Ashira Macy]

Thanks for your words Jacob, I am glad it spoke to you.