Writing Cycle

I call on the whisperers
The givers of messages
Words from my muse
The power of the stone
I rub between my fingers
Friction triggering thought
The gift bestowed on me
Confidence buried somewhere
To produce poetic prose
That stirs ideas of the mind
Caresses and squeezes
Emotions from the heart
Ignites a fire and light within
To circle and begin
The process once again

Debbie Gravett © 2018.12.16

FOWC: Cycle
Image by Pixabay/DWilliams

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