...dedicated to all the writers here at poetrysoup.
A lady at a window writing,
measuring her words with strict precision.
She takes a sip of ginseng tea
to fuel her imagination.
Memories go drifting by - a brother
playing basketball, the softness
of a springtime rain, the anger
of an autumn sky, a flash,
and thunder rumbling.
Sights, smells and sounds
are grist to her mill. Nothing spoils
her view until her best attempt is done,
but still dissatisfied she tweaks
and fiddles, substitutes a weak word
for a stronger one. Finally content
she sets aside her pen.
They will know her now,
know the skill that she exhibits,
and know that she will always do her best.