Process is Like a Cup of Tea

For Gabriel's challenge for an

"introspective reflection on your creative process"

I'm looking in to see if I have an ounce or two of method in the way I manage my chaos...Do I now?

I know my inspiration often comes in spurts. Even though I would like say logic dictates...That is not how!

In daily walks of life, such as a stroll down Aisle 2 at the local grocery, my mind plays pop-up memory with me.

I wonder what stories unfold in your recall box when your eyes lock on a box of cinnamon chai tea?

We all have wondrous tales to tell and all that we hold dear. Sometimes we have dreadful, awful ones, too.

Oh, how those thoughts come to life and bounce around making our yellows smell like lemons and our hearts turn so blue.

So, for me, and I wonder...you too? Do you rush home to capture those "stills" with pen and a purpose?

Are you also a memory keeper or preparing a writ of habeas corpus?

Does your "writing it down" make you feel better?

Is it a release of some kind, like a sappy love letter?

All of the above would have to be my answer,

Drawn in like an exotic belly dancer!

Maybe that's why my words jiggle and shake

they don't have much discipline, make no mistake.

Too old to be mindful or apologetic, I fear...

I am not champagne...maybe closer to beer.

So, on the keyboard I honestly just peck

And think, well, that's life, so just what the heck!

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