A Word About Writing
it starts as a whisper
born in the subconscious,
in dreams more felt than known,
almost too soft to discern;
silken, like a spider's web
threading it's way
in mysterious patterns
wending toward surface.
sometimes they flower,
these minute threads,
in colors rampant with the music of
seas,
gleaming brightly,
as if basking fatly in sun's brightest hour
awaiting knowing eyes.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2014
I have been thinking lately of the role of the subconscious in the creative process. I am fascinated by that flow and the river's movement. I may be here for a while, exploring this in all the venues I write in.