my passions
into a stone-like sheet of velum
I do everyday,
gracefully hammering words from heart.

Each word,
a discriptive part
as I'm a living, breathing tool in itself.

Each phase,
an art of craftsmanship
scribed wih purpose.

Firery torch of creation burns
dancing in flames igniting
stanza after stanza.

Chisel like pen
releases unwanted jargon
only leaving precious textured words.

Until,
my museum of prose is open.
Open,
for readers eyes to view
and dance inside
a writers masterpiece.