I admit
I missed the words
the words to write beautiful things
not just science and knowledge
like missing a brush and paints
and a white cloth to paint on
Now they are back and flying
scratching the surface with their claws
their beaks swishing through the air
griffins, pterodactyls and sphinxes
I am back
I write the name
I have the story
I am here
I really like this poem.
I haven’t been writing much recently but I know this feeling. It’s feeling I get when I finally pour my heart into words and create something new.
Great job putting it into words!
Thanks, Laura! 🙂 I haven’t written much poetry lately, but from time to time I need it – like a cure!