Never knowing what words
will pour or dribble from
my pen each morning. I’ve always
wondered how they get so many
words into the barrel of a pen
but I suppose that is not for me
to know. I only have to take my
pen from the darkness of my
desk drawer, position it over a page
~ any page ~ and words slide onto
the pale beige surface. Sometimes so
quickly the words look like wiggly
worms that mean nothing; other times
letters are shaped so beautifully
they look like little balloons and
handsome walking sticks.
“Creativity exists in the present moment. You can’t find it anywhere else.”
~ Natalie Goldberg
Inspired by the poem Budapest by Billy Collins
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