I Dance in Words

An adventure of the writer’s muse

I dance in words a firespin of glowing embers. Kicking nouns flowing gracefully over verbs. My hair whirls, I am motion, fluid in prepositions, rhythm commands, pounding adverbs into dust. Lost, unwanted.

I dance in words pirouetting applause pronouns flee rousing speech.

I entice. Feelings hesitant interjections. A jig, a waltz, static then flowing Rise and fall a conjunction.

I dance in my creation sweet music fades. my wilderness looms the empty place left with adjectives Flung to the spirits. It ends

Sentences carried lightly by the wind Taken to strangers

Will they judge? Will they love?

I dance controlled by the wind I am weary Until the music begins

I am still. I am the writer’s muse.

Postscript

I was thinking this morning about the process of writing. We all get those days of creativity where words come alive. Thoughts tumbling so fast, we can’t keep up. Then suddenly it’s all over, and we return to the dreary routine of writing, our muse gone.

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