It is the writing at nightstill, dawnburst, dayrush, sunslide, unveiling of stars.
It is the writing for which you forgo sleep, and other such pressing business.
It is the writing which calls you first, which you tend and serve.
It isn't the boxes of journals in the attic,
books with your name in the corners of libraries,
pressed onto shelves of family and friends.
It is the mindspark heartmotion handflow.
The ink appears and disappears.
It is the writing that creates your life.
(c) Cecilia Reid Driscoll 2010
This poem came to me on the Outer Banks and I have to thank Amy LV for it...the magical way she puts words together, and thinking about her midnight blogging, and something she said at her poetry presentation in the library, that how, with writing, you get to live your life again. Writing about life does make it deeper, thicker, sweeter.
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