Poetry,

no matter its quality,

is Heaven on Earth;

its means of relieving tensions of the soul

a treatment of pain far more effective

than anything the Doctor could prescribe.

Writing

such a beautiful, magnificent sensation

is the writing of poetry,

for it comes with the knowledge

that, no matter how bad

your work may be

in the eyes of others,

it’s a chance to express

your true emotions,

the palpitations of your heart

that you’ve never shared before

and never will again

without fear of scorn,

mockery,

or rejection –

confiding the secrets of your soul

to unforgiving paper

where your pen

is the only witness

Penmanship

the struggling and, often, frustration

of forming letters carefully,

slowly, precisely,

takes focus off the writing

and onto the words

Thoughts on Writing History

by flickering golden beams of light

black ink rapidly scratches over paper

seemingly random,

yet delicate and purposeful nonetheless –

on smooth and vast whiteness

26 of them,

such a small number

used in so many various ways

that even Einstein

couldn’t wrap his mind round them all –

how many greats have done this?

sat

and let their emotions

flow through their fingertips?

first, by chisel, hacked into unfeeling granite –

later, by scratchy feather quills dipped,

over and over again, into ink-pots –

now, by the smooth glide of ballpoints

and brightly colored gel pens

onto neatly outlined

notebook paper.

so different, but,

in reality,

all just means to the same end.

Destroying Writer’s Block

Go, mind!

Work your way through the fog

surrounding your attempts.

Decipher the thoughts

coming at you in a rush

and form them into art.

Let fingers fly,

innermost feelings pouring out their tips

into the harsh, unwelcoming keys.

Watch as the words form –

the beauty, the melodious wonder

that you, and you alone, can create.

Write.