Castles of Creativity.....

It was early days when I first started writing
with countless mistakes and moments of haste-
afraid even to disclose why I did that.

An accidental discovery by Dad
and the grin on his scholarly face
set me free  from this bondage of words.

Soon the brown paper bags
and napkins became 
castles of creativity
and my nights became ticketless travels
to faraway places
where roads  connected  no communities
or pilgrims of patience.

At twenty I was sixty
and now at the far end I'm twenty again
-everything in reverse.

The poetic soup that simmered in my head
is only now being served in paper cups
with a sprinkling of  salt and pepper reality.

This was a fun journey all along.

© Marshall Gass. All rights reserved, 6 days ago

Reviews

[MsJewel]

I love your use of metaphor in this wonderfully thought out and flowing poem.
My favorite lines:
Soon the brown paper bags
and napkins became
castles of creativity
and my nights became ticketless travels
to faraway places
You have described your writing process in a beautiful style that is easy to read and seems so natural - as if we were having a conversation.
It is a pleasure to read your poetry. Welcome to WC.
:) Julie

[John Anderson]

This is very unique and full of raw emotion. Great job!