The Long Way Up

O, elusive words return Let my passion for locutions come back Creativity: let it brightly burn And flaming flamboyance at once attack To string them yet again like pearls Inside my head a steady, spinning pool O, eloquence speak through me as an earl May my words adorn me like a jewel In time, perhaps, the torrent will Be ushered in; in future tense And anxious pen no longer still But mind and heart gain calming sense

Scribble, scribble Write and dribble Words constructed Thoughts to nibble Dancing, gliding Pattern-tracing Leaving footprints Letters racing Etching shadows Long and narrow Volumes spoken Deep and shallow Leave a little Jot and tittle Brittle concepts Form epistles Stash a mouthful Thoughtful, hopeful Lawful insights Awful, woeful Script a tenet Then it builds up Craft a sonnet Son, it adds up Sign a statement Statesmen state them List enlistments Troopers hate them Record details Wholesale, retail Bittersweet ales Potent telltales Compose in prose What no one knows With pen propose What says a rose To life you sprung Your ballpoint stung The scribbled ink Your strength unsung - - - - - Today's writing prompt was to describe an inanimate object coming to life and what it does after that.

When I'm staring at the blank space on my computer screen or on my smart phone, I am always enticed to fill it with words. The same thing happens when I'm looking at clean, unused leaf of a journal or diary. There's something so inviting about an empty page just waiting to be saturated with the physical exhibition of my contemplations: it's a call to creativity. Even the mere exercise of writing one sentence at a time, line by line, filling out the white expanse of a sheet of paper is an allurement to me. I find pleasure in being able to put together different letters of the alphabet into different kinds of words; and then put those words together into sentences expressing different things; and then string those sentences together in different ways to convey concepts and opinions that range from the simple to complex. Sometimes, the concept carries me away and I end up spilling my thoughts out freely and continuously. Some...