Waking Up A Writer’s Cramp
Sweet writers! exclaimed! Or, un-exclaimed!
Let your dreams float without utterance
Or sound— above the waterfall’s rainbow of your brain
And it’s frothy, delightful misty vocabulary—
words waiting, hovering beyond intelligence,
to be spelled.
Soul’s wind, embraces them , often to dispel
them Into wispy clouds—
As they carry the words only you can share,
in treasured remembrance
In sleep, recognizing crashing waters
Seeing a person in a barrel who dared to land there,
at the bottom
splintered and torn
For only a dime
Will cost me to be awakened—
I awakened, and paid the price—
with lead pencil in hand
To scribbled away; “I’m OK! Yup! I am OK.
There will always be a place to start.
Beginnings, never end”.
And so, remembering,
Why we start—
And why, we will never finish.