i write because i must
words wind their way from deep down inside
and lurk around in the crimson tide
deep down where the wild voices live
who allow me life when to them i give
my pen
to begin
words that linger under my feverish flesh
my thoughts they do enmesh
waiting wanting needing to bore their way
to the light of day
from the pregnant cocoon of my heart’s passion
once written all is done
words wind their way from deep down inside
and lurk around in the crimson tide
deep down where the wild voices live
who allow me life when to them i give
my pen
to begin
i write about love because i have no choice
to these words i must give voice
to these words i must give voice
words that linger under my feverish flesh
my thoughts they do enmesh
waiting wanting needing to bore their way
to the light of day
from the pregnant cocoon of my heart’s passion
once written all is done
until they breed once more
and penetrate my soul’s door
and penetrate my soul’s door
i write because i must
8 comments:
At least you write, it is better than keeping all that passion bottled up, twisted and boiling against your insides. Too often I have feelings and let them suffocate inside, they are too intense, too much, too alive, too deep, such emotion. So I bury it back down inside, it waits.
Better to write.
Hope you are doing well friend.
oh, and from one who knows, dear cole, how much energy all that repression takes - and i, too, confess to that vice - keeping them all down inside, twisted and turning, trying to escape - only those of love do i let surface to feel the heat of day! ;) so wonderful to have you over, dear lady, so wonderful!!! thank you!
I SO completely resonate with this wonderful piece....Tis true it is a MUST.
Loved this, thank you, dear Gypsy woman.
MUST. That's the key, isn't it? Great words and image.
yes, it's true, calli - the thing of the "must" - that, as trish says below, for me, anyway, is the key - the only key - it's as if i am compelled - and suffer withdrawal then i go without putting words to paper for too long - thank you for your own kind words, dear friend!
for me, it is, trish - the matter of MUST - when the MUST lessens, then, time to reconfigure - it's like when i'm painting - i cannot stop until i'm done - even as a teenager when i began painting for real, i would paint into the night through the night until the piece was done -
Oh, how I know the feeling of writing because we must. It is an affliction, but one that is so very welcome. How would we survive without it? I can't begin to imagine, Jenean!
Nevine
so true, nevine, so true, the addiction - one day without writing and i am in withdrawal!
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