Wordpile
Writing poems is like chopping wood
Before the sun comes up on a crisp November morning
I swing my pen with confidence towards a waiting sheet of paper
And listen for the thunk of ideas hitting the page.
I cross-pile the words, phrases and paragraphs
And admire a growing stack of fuel
Awaiting a spark of creativity to ignite
A fire in the heart of a writer.
I am Ardis Mayo, Soul Care Advocate with a passion to empower you to live your best life possible in all circumstances. Follow me on Twitter - ardismayowriter. Let's have a conversation.
