I want to think and write, Nib and paper all night, Slithering on parchment Pieces ,every fragment In my mind's rack Running in ink's mirk, Aligned with my dream, Thoughts sluggishly stream Infused in ink's black gleam On plain paper my creation- Numbered syllables of Inspiration.
Ahh...I relate to this very well....my mind goes a million miles an hour, but I'm not usually in a position to do anything about it...of course, then when I do have the time, the paper stares at me as if to say, "Yeah, you got some big s**t to say lady? Go ahead, try it." Its a very cruel process indeed....
But it appears that even when you're feeling plagued, you still are able to produce beauty on parchment...
You write Acrostic Poetry well, I tend to allow my pen (finger) to have free reign.
Inspired indeed my friend is what you are, sir my hat is off to you :O)
Ahh...I relate to this very well....my mind goes a million miles an hour, but I'm not usually in a position to do anything about it...of course, then when I do have the time, the paper stares at me as if to say, "Yeah, you got some big s**t to say lady? Go ahead, try it." Its a very cruel process indeed....
But it appears that even when you're feeling plagued, you still are able to produce beauty on parchment...