I put the pen to the paper until it bled
I watched it flow cursive on the paper till it turned red
Taking forms on the surface and subtle meanings beneath
I looked till it became the earth I planted my feet in.
Roots digging deeper, visions becoming clearer
Jab the paper some more i thought, now this will make you bigger.
So I stabbed and jabbed, eyes gleaming with excitement
Lo and behold I built a forest enchanted
This expresses some of my pain at writing. I’m never quite sure what the final effort will be! The word pictures of stabbing, jabbing and the blood flowing are great!
Thank you Cinzia.
I must agree with you on the process of writing…not an easy one from start to finish.
Now that you mentioned it, this particular poem makes even more sense to me. ❤️❤️