Writing as a MuseA Poem by Luna NorthstarWhat I feel when I'm writing :)Seeing her art before it’s created A low, steady breath slides through her lips Then, picking up her wooden sword She starts her journey Her skin itches to begin The want building in her soul, Taking her first steps, She starts to write. Seemingly meaningless letters appear in her mind, Grouping into words, Each word connected to others by a string, Slowly forming a picture. The words flow from the pencil, Her hand and mind perfectly in synch, A rhythmic line of letters are produced In such an awe-inspiring manner The pencil slides across the parchment, Back and forth, Leaving itself behind, And continuing forward. The meaningless letters are stuck together, In the most masterful way, Hidden messages lined within, Waiting to be decrypted. Another sigh slips through her lips. Delving deeper into her abyss, The letters swallowing her whole, So she sees nothing else. The rest of the world disappears Beyond her hidden chasm And her sea of words, Pulling her deeper. All she hears is the scratching of the pencil, Unaware of that around her She lets out a soft smile, But not nearly is her thirst quenched. She pulls back, For those brief moments of writing, Had turned into hours Outside of her mind. She puts her wooden sword down, Ending her journey here. She would wait in agony, Until her next write. She would stop for now, But not forever, For writing was her muse. © 2011 Luna NorthstarReviews
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5 Reviews Added on November 18, 2010 Last Updated on June 23, 2011 AuthorLuna NorthstarAboutI go by the name Luna Northstar and take my writing very seriously. I've grown out of my teenage angst poetry writing phase and I'm focusing on my novel "It's Alice", though I tend to write a few shor.. more..Writing
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