�The and It�

Every word and experience sank deep into my being
Penetrating my every question and then my every reaction
Flowing through my blood, hidden there behind my eyes
Making me the man that I am-
The man that I’ve always wanted to be
And I cannot stop the pictures from forming and so they fight in my brain
Bustling and bullying, impatiently waiting and wanting to escape
Along with the words that tango on the tongue
Before I approve, before I choose to let them loose
Confused by these sentences that tingle on my fingertips
Hurried scribbled notes on tatty receipts and on the backs of envelopes
The inky fingers that print the waiting pages
I am the holder and release of my peace and rages
I am the creature of what begins inside-
So I’m walking the book I write.

Reviews

[Bubo]

So I'm walking the book I write.

Such fabulous metaphors!!

Bustling and bullying, impatiently waiting and wanting to escape
Along with the words that tango on the tongue

I never think about where all those words come , I know there deep inside, some happy, some angry, all
with emotion and feeling, but your words bring to life that process I guess writers go through........really excellent read, very enjoyed.