I've done it hundreds of times.
Put my pen to paper,
and watch the words flow right out.
I like to think of myself as a lightening rod.
For emotions, images, and ideas.
I'll catch a spark every so often,
but once in awhile...
I explode with white hot brilliance.
This never happens at will.
Like now, there's no storm today.
Clear crystal skies.
It feels like suffocating.
Like the words are hiding, just beyond focus.
But right in plain view.
I think I'm to critical
of all my critical thinking.
Being whimsical doesn't really come on a whimsy.
I want to write something deep.
Makes you think. Connect.
Like that song...
you know the one.
The one that makes you feel your every emotion.
Like there's soul wrapped around every word.
A message in the melody.
I want people to find themselves in these words.
Even as it is myself I am pouring into them.
You know, I think I see a cloud or two.
Looks like there's a storm after all.
I can smell the rain...