Did you ever
wonder where they come from,
those words that float from somewhere…
somehow…sometimes…to the front of your mind
like seeds wafting along on the breeze?
Have you ever
thought they can’t be yours,
because they are much too imaginative,
too clever, too colourful, too creative
to have begun in your barren brain?
Will you ever
accept without question
the phrases, sentences and words
you plucked out of the air like a magician
producing rabbits or flowers from a hat?
Can you ever
go to sleep at night
without wondering whether your muse
will command your dreams again and make
the sky purple, the grass blue and the world square.
Would you ever
have thought that you could
feel such warm satisfaction after hours
spent over just a few words because they
had to fit perfectly, and now they do?
Welcome to a writer’s world.
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