A different take on my series of guest blogs about how writers write.
Some days, way more than actually writing,
I do more drinking coffee, (yes let’s call it coffee) while pondering;
Allowing my thoughts to do some wild-walk wandering,
You know, like trimming words and pruning phrases,
Then mentally planting them in sunnier places.
And occasionally I may get an inspirational inkling
To rebel and do some radical free-thought sprinkling.
But then, to allow growth for my new little seedling,
I have to do some radical … ‘weedling’.
So now, I’ve uprooted and rearranged the literary undergrowth of jungle (in my head)
And transported redundant chunks of it, in bulk, to a wordy-weed infested dump instead,
Which I might take a sneaky peep at now and then;
When, inevitably, I feel the overwhelming urge … another poem to pen.
And when, at last, I feel enough’s enough,
I may get round to actually writing stuff.