![]() A Writer's MindA Poem by Ashira MacyThere’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 MacyFeatured Review
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Added on July 25, 2014Last Updated on July 25, 2014 Tags: imagination, writer, writing, art Author![]() Ashira MacyMartinez, CAAboutI am 24 years old and just getting back into writing after not using the skill for a few years, so I am a bit rusty. I am excited to share my new work as well as some old with this community and would.. more..Writing
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