sometimes there is a churning
burrowed into pit of soul
to sit and stir until
nauseously regurgitated
through fingertips or tube
to screen or paper
when creation speaks
all choices run and hide
insistent
like children of
the millionaire
demanding cars
and stationary ponies
in pitched fits
and frightful screams
of i want i need
and you will buy it
if you love me
the words
they roll in
thunder
crashing past the
peachy to the plain
in search of lips
that wish to spill them
and sometimes those that don't
twice written
never shy
always lurks the inspiration
when expectations
are at lowest tide
creeps like ivy through
the brain and burns
a trail
from concept to
fruition
to know when
it is finished.
A contest entry
- your process by Cat.
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simply beautiful.
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When they want to be written.. they want to be written don't they?.. a wonderful take on the contest .. thank you for entry
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Hood-Wink!
The raw power in this is just brilliant as you speak of society and truths in a flow that does nothing to pretend otherwise
Bavo
♥
Stay safe
~Manda
Apologies on the late Hood-Wink!
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Hoodwink!!
What a fantastic and truthful piece of writing here. You left me wanting more wisdon and to step back and read this again and again. Well done poet
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HOODWINKED!
Wow! This is not only an excellent piece of writing, it is full of wisdom and truth. What a society in which we live in these "end of days." You captured it all: visually as well as audio and kinetic. Your talent shines, dear one!
Much love in Christ, BonnieQ
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