I’ll let my thoughts
Take me on a journey
With no expectations
So they will not disappoint.
They’ll come to me
When I least expect it
And lift me up
So high
That buildings
Cannot contain my spirits.
They’ll take me to new places
With enough spare time to explore-
A forest
That houses my memories,
An ocean
That holds my heart,
A mountain
That captures my soul-
Allowing me to find myself.
But when I least expect it
They’ll drop me
And I’ll tumble
And fall
All the way back to earth
With a rough landing
In reality.
That landing is never fun.
Ha! A fun poem about the creative process. k.
Very nice poetry!
I love the part when you write
But when I least expect it
They’ll drop me
And I’ll tumble
And fall
All the way back to earth
With a rough landing
In reality.
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I can imagine that 😀
WOW, pretty deep Tamara
This is exactly what the writing process feels like to me…especially the last part about tumbling back to reality. If only we could live in the world of our words!!!