The Writer's Heart

Linger here A moment longer

Let not Time, Move you forward

Instead, Be willing to be Still

Allow the motionless action, Bring you into your heart

To hear, What needs to be said

To feel, The halt at the edge of inspiration

But if the words should stop, The loss is felt (as if forever)

Stuck somewhere in the biosphere. Helpless, there is nothing to do

Except there is!

Nothing is something.

The state of suspension is in fact a pause (for good reason), Until it releases.

And suddenly, out they pour.

Water - the source needed for life, Flows in, Filling the well,

And Poetry is created (yet again)

And it is the reminder, Life moves and pauses.

And this too shall be recognized as a part of the journey.

The shift when necessary, Will come

Remind the Writer's Heart it will always write

Even if they are only on the stars

Written 07/25/13 J.L.