Any true writer, whether good or bad,
At one point gets this feeling:
The sudden discharge, the sting!,
Illumination, idea so rad!
A color, a word, or a memory,
Sometimes a single sentence,
Better in mind than paper
Over and over, letter by letter
Write, rewrite, scratch off and repeat out loud
Over again for a word
But it, nimble, flies away,
Exactly like a small and fragile bird.
And, there, right on the verge of succeeding
It escapes and all’s for nay…
Begin again your sculpting
For an artist shall never be too proud.
That is how I felt working on the sentence I was telling your in my last post!
I’m not quite satisfied with this one though.
I feel the ‘Any writer, good or bad’ is not a great formulation of the idea I want to convey… :/
Will have to come back to it sometime…
Anyways, hope you ejoyed! ;)