It came to me at a very tender age bringing smiles beyond description, like the first taste of chocolate it was my hunger for words.
I quickly devoured the usual fare "Winnie the Pooh" "Harold and his Purple crayon" "Pippi Longstocking" But then my eyes were opened to the Knowledge of married words .
Words so full of rhythm and rhyme, the coupling of emotions into a train of thoughts, packed with memories which I took a ride on, after I had just completed "Now We Are Six." by A.A. Milne .
Suddenly I needed a typewriter reams of paper a jar of # 2 pencils an eraser, and some inspiration.
But I lived in the projects so I found the inspiration all around me as I worked with some pencil stubs and scribbled my juvenile thoughts on paper bags.
Collecting pop bottles to save money to buy paper. it was a struggle but I was feeding the need.
As I grew my poetry expanded as well into a collection of books songs, love letters and propaganda to try and change the world .
But the books sat silently gathering dust the songs were sung but their melodies lost unrecorded.
The love letters brought love but eventually letters of farewell would follow, like sad puppy dogs behind me and the world stubbornly remained unchanged, but I had fed the need.
Now near the middle of my years of writing my passions and despairs, "The words they
come to me!!" like baby birds with their mouths agape in awe, hungry.
Waiting for a bookworm from the fields of poetry just a tiny tidbit to treasure and digest.
They also sit in
coffeehouses cranked on caffeine sucking smoke addicted to nicotine and scribbled thoughts as I expose myself verbally to the huddled masses.
snatch at thier favorite pieces and show favor in birdlike ways, a peck on my cheek, a claw extended towards mine, a whistle or two and I suddenly realize I've taken flight from my humble nest so many years ago.
I've spread my wings and soared, I've touched the sky and though I long to reach beyond my limited boudaries the earth still calls me back to it's roots.
Back to the demands of the word-starved souls who track my flight .
There are ears to fill, hearts to touch, hopes to raise, eyes to wet, tears to dry, needs to feed, and so I feed the need and gain sustenance from my need to feed.