The Process

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    The Process

      
    The Process
     
    Pacing
    Back and forth
    Back and forth
    Pacing
    Thoughts and words are a little hazy
    Maybe it the clock
    Tick, tock
    Tick, tock
    My feet carry my to a different room
    Where I resume
    Pacing
    Soon thoughts start racing
    “it is about time I pick up my pen”
    “where,,, how do I begin”
    Pacing
    Pacing
    Stop
    Words start to rush
    Someone interrupts
    I wish they would hush
    Can’t let my words escape
    I write with speed
    Before another piece is freed
    Done, finished
    Sitting, relaxing, thinking
    In my mind somewhere
    I know a masterpiece is there
     
    A.Lewis
    Tuesday, June 23, 2009

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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