Why contemplate what made the wind blow

Once we take pen in hand we are the architects
What we dictate will necessitate deep thought
We must bring all our skills to the table
Leave no stone unturned
Forasmuch as we may feel inclined
Lucky to be born with the art to write
By not hoeing away day after day
We go stale, lose interest
So it is imperative we write
Irrespective of the form, write
Does it have to see the light of day
Of course not, but equally it is good to share
Removing the mask of doubt
All will become clearer to the all seeing eye
Free form writing gets the juices flowing
Knuckle down, don’t beat yourself up
There is no milage either in taking out frustrations on the pen
It is but an object, it can but obey
Today the sun is resting behind hazy clouds
The sun being you, hazy clouds the subject
Once the heat burns off those clouds
You are there in your coat of many colours
Now, write what you see in your minds eye.
(c) Chris Black. Februrary 2018.

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