Turn up at the page

Or ‘a note to remind myself’

 

Sometimes the words flow like water.

Sometimes they stick in the fingers, defying all efforts to force them out.

Turn up at the page.

 

Sometimes Awen flows like rivers, flooding the soul with inspiration.

Sometimes there is a drought.

Turn up at the page.

 

Sometimes the muse visits.

Sometimes she is delayed elsewhere (perhaps stuck in traffic).

Turn up at the page.

 

Sometimes the keyboard glows with meaningful words.

Sometimes the blank screen glares accusingly.

Turn up at the page.

 

Sometimes every word feels effortless.

Sometimes no words come, however hard the struggle.

Turn up at the page.

 

Whether the words come easily,

Whether the pen runs dry.

Turn up at the page, my friend.

Turn up at the page.

 

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Author: verdant1

belly dancer, mother, student, public servant, shaman, knitter, sister, feminist, gardener and a lot more...

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