I Give Them Their Release
Stream of consciousness...what was I saying now...poem
Sometimes
I sit down to write
And nothing comes out
So I sit
and wait
To see
If
inspiration takes hold.
When -
as is often the case,
it doesn't
I simply write
the first thing that comes to mind
and see where that takes me
Then delete
Then rewrite the same line
Then add another
And another
Then delete it all again
Just because...it has to be right...
Then
I come back to it later
and repeat the process
Write the same thing down again
Other times
it comes out all backwards
Often times
it's just what I'm thinking
A rhyme or reason...
I don't really have
Sometimes a word or phrase
or a full verse
Sometimes a concept, idea or
just sheer insanity
Regardless of the start
These words need their out,
I give them their release.
Then...
Then I have calm
For a while...
Until the process
Starts again.
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Paul Stewart
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