I have stumbled across a new passion: writing. It is proving to be insightful and rewarding.
I can’t stop.
I don’t want to stop.
Letter by letter, the words drip off the ends of my fingers like ink from a fountain pen.
Oh my goodness, is there a cure for this condition called poetry?
Certainly DON’T bother me when you know I’m writing!
The side affects are horrendous.
Lack of sleep.
Too much sleep.
Confused foggy brain.
Clear discerning thoughts.
Lack of personal hygiene.
Words with meaning.
Words without meaning.
Text that cries.
Text that laughs.
Words in the wrong order.
Words in the correct order.
Lines that encourage confidence.
Lines that tell of love and life.
Nature even makes an appearance.
The spirit of the universe embraces me, influences me.
I awaken to the left and to the right.
I am guided to walk with love and light, as life surges from the darkness of the night.
I am grateful for the love of others.
I am thankful for divine courage sent from above.
© 2020 Laurie S Novak
Laurie S Novak (author) from Michigan on October 02, 2020:
Yes, Ann, it's become an obsession. I don't know if that's good or not good.
Ann Carr from SW England on September 29, 2020:
A passionate tribute to poetry and writing in general! I know how you feel - writing takes over, doesn't it?