Even in these days of isolation
There is still so much to find in life
For writing is my own occupation
For I am like a kid with a knife
Okay I've been writing many years
Telling tales from imagination
Or writing my history with some tears
Funny at school 'twas not my ambition
But when you start, then the words pour forth
Your memory then digs you in the ribs
For then the world's your oyster henceforth
Whether you tell it true or lots of fibs
How keen you are to read authors work
As writers learn much from each other
As inspiration for you brains murk
Then poems flow without any bother
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I particularly like the line about memory digging you in the ribs.
ReplyDelete"For then the world's your oyster henceforth"
ReplyDeleteI can read and apply many more images and meanings frim this highly fertike line Robin
Thanks for dropping by to read mine
Much💛love
Creative minds usually find a way to express themselves :)
ReplyDeleteI think we writers have many resources with which to spend our time in isolation. I am so grateful for both my writing, and the connection with other writers via the internet. The days go by so fast.
ReplyDeleteYes isolation is a luxury for creative folk
ReplyDelete'For I am like a kid with a knife'
ReplyDeleteRibs and fibs. You're really on song in this one!
And your last stanza is why i even read other people's works :D :P
Those of us who write and have access to the work of others are at such an advantage to those who are absolutely alone and cannot access the cyber-world. I count my blessings daily.
ReplyDeleteEverything feels a bit (or a lot) better when we have ink, and tales to birth!
ReplyDeleteThe joys of a creative mind! I count my blessings, too. Thanks for this wonderful reminder, Robin.
ReplyDeleteWe do learn a lot from each other yes!💝
ReplyDeleteYes, in so many ways, under so many circumstances, we writers are the lucky ones just for having that gift/habit/outlet ... whatever.
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