Freewriting

My writing comes best during trials,

Not just an outlet,

Something within me awakens;

Like a runner who runs for miles,

A writer has words that must be met,

Yet, writers block foresakens.

When the muses appear,

Magic rifles,

Inspiration pours. 

I try to let go and let them steer,

To often I am stifled,

Until my passion soars.

A runner runs,

And writers' write

It's as easy as that.

They speak in tongues,

It's an internal fight.

The soul is calm in it's own habitat.

Reviews

[MH900]

This poem is so lyrical. I love the language you use. One small thing is in your first stanza (I am not sure if you meant to do this) but it runs into the next stanza. Not sure if you just forgot a period or wanted it that way (it sounded like you wanted it separate but maybe not.). Either way, great poem!

[Rebecca Leigh]

Thank you for your review. :)

[Coyote Poetry]

I agree my friend.
"A runner runs,
And writers' write
It's as easy as that."
When the words come. I must write them down. Most writers are born to love the word. Thank you Rebecca for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[jacob erin-cilberto]

a writer runs miles with his or her pen---runners in ink blotted steps...
and sometimes we are slow out of the starting gate...but eventually we catch up to our muse...and the strides get smoother and more fluid...