writing finds my soul
perhaps…
writing defines my soul
creating worlds, delving into
human conditions, scripts
poetry, novel, plays, all there
started, 1st-9th drafts, completed
waiting for final cuts…
I’ve not written for a while
work and life, burdens of time
roll onward, quenching fire
creativity remains, transmuted
to excuses ‘not to” ‘too busy’ ‘I’ll find time’
till time passing, dust gathering
a fogged brain, weakening
’till all’s left is
fragments…
photo and poem © by DC Lessoway
