A Writing Life

Midnight Musing. Not quite a serious contemplation tonight on writing's pull, but more of a mini delusional rant.

A WRITING LIFE

Write, write
not only
until your cliche
fingers bleed
write
all the joy
that emanates
from them
in unbending
rays of pure
sunlight
write
the scandal
you dare
not repeat
in polite, sheltered
company (you know
well these ideas
find solace
tucked safely between
your thoughts
and the pristine
ivory page)
write
what your restless
mind dictates
in unceasing concentric
patterns, across
your subconscious
spurting forth upon
your orderly life
write
like making
love
to a demanding
addictive mistress
never crave for rest
never hope
for satiety
from her
lover's wiles.