A Writer's Mind

A Writer's Mind

A Poem by Ashira Macy

There’s a tunnel that stretches forever

Swells of imagery flicker with outlandish beings,

Both great and miniscule.

Each creature tasked to devise its own name,

The reward laid out in a poem, a play, a story

They can finally call home.

When it gets to be too much they flow

Out through my neck, down my arm, to my pen.

The jaded would say writing simply falls from the treetops

Like autumn leaves or ripe fruit.

In a way it does, in a way it doesn’t.

The fruit is the tree’s gift to the world,

As my words are my humble offering.

© 2014 Ashira Macy


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Love it! Writing about writing. Especially expressive is the line about each creature devising it's own name, and the reward. My artwork and crafted items create themselves. The end result is their doing. And so perceptive of you to state that our works sometimes fall into our laps, and sometimes they don't.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ashira Macy

10 Years Ago

Thank you dear, it is how I always imagined these kind of creatures and creations came about. =)


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This was inspiring plus I feel like I can really relate to it as a writer and all ;) ha- unique write about this subject I think you expressed yourself well also in a creative way. Good job

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ashira Macy

10 Years Ago

Thanks so much, I appreciate the feedback. =)
what a fine humble offering. : )
Really enjoyed this one, a very poetic interpretion of our creative and thought process. : )
great poem.

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Ashira Macy

10 Years Ago

Thanks so much Ance, I am glad you liked this one. =D
The fruit is the tree’s gift to the world,

As my words are my humble offering.


There’s a tunnel that stretches forever

Swells of imagery flicker with outlandish beings,

Both great and miniscule.

Each creature tasked to devise its own name,

The reward laid out in a poem, a play, a story

They can finally call home.

When it gets to be too much they flow

Out through my neck, down my arm, to my pen.



I really loved this thank you for sharing and
thank you for your kind review and comment
you left on my page.


Blessings. Benita/ Kindred poet


Posted 10 Years Ago


Ashira Macy

10 Years Ago

Thank you Benita, I am glad it spoke to you. =)
Benita-Staebell M - KindredPoet

10 Years Ago

You're welcome it was quite creative. it was a pleasure to read.
Blessings. Benita/ Kindred .. read more

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Tags: imagination, writer, writing, art

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Ashira Macy
Ashira Macy

Martinez, CA



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