Process

Another one about why I write what I write

A whirlwind of sounds

A cacophony of images

The tornado lights

As pen upon page writes

For a moment the tumult

Slows to a crawl

As the words speed past

This slow pen scrawl

My hand hardly holds

All the words my brain molds

As I try to write this

And it tries to escape

And if I am lucky

Happen to catch this one

Three more have sped past

Seems I walk as they run

And ever I chase

Catching those that I can

A curse on this dragging

And ever slow hand…

Reviews

[Kenaz]

Beautifully written. "Catching those that I can"

[Sean Kuchman]

Thank you :)