I pen poetry.
I have learned to listen
to the little voice within
(and/or from above)
that either ekes out
or screeches
things I'm supposed to put to paper.
Sometimes, it is at 3 am.
That may sound exhausting,
but if I don't get up and jot things down,
the words will swim about for hours.
Occasionally,
I have stopped a workout
to find something to write on.
Intermittently,
(and thankfully not too often,)
it is while I'm driving.
This weekend,
it was while I was showering.
Now I'm pondering
if I need one of those wet boards
to jot stuff down in there
if it happens again.
LOL
Listen to your inner artist.
Share your gifts
Keep your eyes open
for a new poem soon.
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