Pondering Poetic

Natural Talent

Writing is something that feels natural to my fingers. Words flow out of the pen to stain the blank page, while my eyes stare in in wonder. It is calming and soothing, almost transcendental, cosmical, enigmatic. It provides a surety of what I know I was born to do.

The words come so quickly one might be inclined to believe that the words come from the pen itself--seemingly effortless. That is bliss.

posted by CBlair @ 3:04 PM