The Creative Mind
A short poem about writing fiction

Sleepy eyes Foggy brain Words cannot explain Writing isn’t a game But a series of words Of creative art Lingering in our hearts.
Trembling fingers Rattling bones Rotting fog Misting lingers Beginning a story To describe, plot, style.
Time for resting Time for dreaming Time for meditating To satisfy our aim Into visualization and imagination Empower, creating.
All things considered The juice will be given Working harshly Bringing fiction When words Are wonderous once again.
Dancing words Dancing pen Dancing keys We type.
The Rhythm Is here To create Construct, devise, discover.
Now we write The story ideas The land of tears Clever, canny and competent.
Stories are dear Fiction is clear Characters are thrilling Plots, scenes, and twists Revealing the magic A horror to endure A reader’s game And a cure.
Thrilling sense Page turner immense Glossy books An achievement To share A published book Now sits on a shelf.
But alas We start again Creating words A new vision To invent To immerse To write Over and over again.
©️ Denise Larkin 2020. All Rights Reserved.
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