heart of the writer.........
The heart of a writer you or I as if the lion
the serengeti greens
Waiting patiently alone there forever
and then some or even
longer it seems
A friend of mine quotes
from his program of safety
this advice ...."you spend to much time
in your mind"
Perhaps it's so
I know he's just trying to
Tell me my writing friends is there
some way to get out
Away from the writers mind the sins
I know you have the answers you
wrote them there on your sleeves
And you and I both know
we only pen what a writer
Aren't we poets and writers all but one, in our own dens where we hide away, our hearts sneaking away small guilty bites of pleasure like the lions of solitude ? Only to dream restless dreams in the day or yes even in the dark , and then to explode once again out across the open stretches of reality out running even our own fears , the screams the roaring of our souls out there for all to view , only to sneak back quietly to solitude again and again in some such guilty pleasure , just who are we if not all but one ?