It’s urgent for me
Is it urgent for you?
Hold my hand
I won’t let you fall
step lightly on gossamer threads of dreams / our heaviness bags down the quicksilver / distractions greying out clarity / into fat bottoms of despair and swooping rebounds / hope, brilliance, the creative urge / urgency / only to snap!
That is all
I’m running a day late with my GloPoWriMo now… argh! Day 19’s prompt was to write a poem that recounts a creation myth. This is a slanted take on it based on a dream I had this morning (lame!) where a woman in a creative meeting asked me if my writing work was urgent, to which I replied, yes. She nodded in agreement: for me too. Go! Go! Go!
Yes, it is! Time is breathing down my neck.
I find urgency can bring positive energy and outcomes. But can also turn a bit sour and stressful. I wish you all of the former! 🙂
Not lame, leaping, running, panting, stumbling
Even in your sleep
Processing formulating cogitating agitating
Even as you weep
You free dive into words shallow and deep
Even between the sheets you peep
U ain’t just talkin the walk
Doubt is making you want to balk
Find a verb
Kick it to the curb
You’re doing fine
Working the word mine