Never went away

I thought I have stopped
Writing, but then I knew
Those unwritten thoughts
Never went away.

Its just there waiting
to be spit out, like
the virgin forest
unattended, unused,
untouched, and left-out
to fend for himself
secured in his own world.

Author's Note

It's been long, and my words gets stuck up there somewhere. And here I thought I have stop but it never went away. Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

our poetry has a mind of its own, and only minds its own mind.
But when we are really poets, the words might become dormant, sleep or hide for awhile, but they never totally go away...they just don't.
So glad to see a writing from you again, Pax, and it is one I am sure we can all relate to.
Getting scared that it is gone!
j.

[Kelly Scheppers]

Hello, Pax. I don't believe I have read you before, but I love how your voice resonates its message here. Our muse has a propensity to lie in wait, to be nurtured and exercised from hiding, therefore it is our moral obligation to indulge them.

[The_Ancient_Rock]

It's good poetry... I like it it... my most humble opinion.

Be well Pax.

Take care.

[Green]

It is surprising how it never really leaves you, no matter how long you are away. It just sits there and waits, getting wilder and growing.

[Sami Khalil]

Glad you never went away, or it never went away.

[Sami Khalil]

What a great analogy and imagery. You still have it brother Pax: Creativity, imagination, willingness, desire, passion, sharing; they lay dormant for rest then surface for many reasons.

[Wondering Mind]

It never goes away, or we never leave.. stuck, I think , we are in a multi universe of verse

[AYVID N]

I imagined a forest of words, thick, dark, unattended, growing unchecked by itself. Indeed, the instinct to take up the pen never dies. It just waits quietly, waiting for us to return. A very inspiring poem.

[Coyote Poetry]

I cannot stop writing Pax. I always carry some books and a journal. I believe, writing is my peace. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote