I write

in stops and starts

in ebbs and flows

I wade
into the stream
of consciousness

pluck words
from the bottom
and toss them

to stream bank

I make
daily withdrawals

I write

under a pale moon
and a burning sun
with trembling hand

my words
catch fire

and the color
of my pen
is red

I write

within the
swirling sounds
of haunting violins

and booming thunder

Yes, I write

at breakneck speed

until my words
fall short and

I have nothing
left to say

© abeautifulchaos