The Creative Mind

A short poem about writing fiction.

Photo by Kimberly Farmer on Unsplash

Sleepy eyes

Foggy brain

Words cannot explain

Writing isn’t a game

But a serious of words

Of creative art

Lingering in our hearts.

Trembling fingers

Rattling bones

Rotting fog

Misting lingers

Beginning a story

To describe, plot, style.

Time for resting

Time for dreaming

Time for meditating

To satisfy our aim

Into visualization and imagination

Empower, creating.

All things considered

The juice will be given

Working harshly

Bringing fiction

When words

Are wonderous once again.

Dancing words

Dancing pen

Dancing keys

We type.

The Rhythm

Is here

To create

Construct, devise, discover.

Now we write

The story ideas

The land of tears

Clever, canny, and competent.

Stories are dear

Fiction is clear

Characters are thrilling

Plots, scenes, and twists

Revealing the magic

A horror to endure

A reader’s game

And a cure.

Thrilling sense

Page turner immense

Glossy books

An achievement

To share

A published book

Now sits on a shelf.

But alas

We start again

Creating words

A new vision

To invent

To immerse

To write

Over and over again.

Words: The Book of Poems