Rocks roll from the mountains,
moist with rebirth.
Hard, cold, and purposeful,
they carve a path through
a forest of resistance and fear.
Some days my words catch
in thickets of time as the pen
never touches paper and my thoughts
continue to spill into the ocean
like spent streams of raindrops.
My legs quiver as quartz tumbles
beneath my feet and we slide
against tree trunks ripping earth
from its roots to form
a world of our own.
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Bow strapped to my back,
I stealth my way through the forest.
I look. I listen. I crawl and sniff.
I track any danger coming your way.
I wear you in my bosom.
I maim or kill ill intent meant for you.
It tis the way of a warrior woman.
And you, my dear,
take the quill from my hand and pierce my heart.
Van Gogh painting
Springing and ringing from the belly
this chaos, turning and churning
Emerging and curving from the void
rising and falling, coming forth and stalling
transfixed in awe, we wait it out
twisting and turning, smoldering and burning
chiseled, tap by tap
formed, ridge by gap
written, word by word,
taking shape until it is heard
painted, stroke by stroke,
almost evolved from smoke
and so it is pieced to completion,
this beast of the belly,
this work of art
Oh, how I try
One word at a time
Deleting and replacing
Until I get it just so, and
I rewrite it at least once more
Then I string a sentence with another
and another until I complete a paragraph
A comma here and a period there, so is grammar
Dropping adverbs and adjectives for concrete verbs and nouns
I sling around words of interest, forming poems inside my head
Then I delete sentences and paragraphs of self doubt
I moan, groan, and struggle as I fights ideas
And wonder if I make any sense at all
And some days the words never come
A blank page is the worst pain
Any expression is better than none
I try and I try as I may someday
Become more than a scribbler
A writer of intent, of reflection.
Of words that touch, soothe,
Words that matter
Words of life
Oh, how I try
Prompt is “Apprentice”.