Sonya Marshall Poet I do not know?

A Day In the Life of My Work

The idea Is my alarm.
Inspiration is my coffee.
The thoughts are my morning commute.
The story is my work.
The pen is my voice.
The paper is my argument.
Imagination is my lunch break.
The plot is my boss.
The characters are my conversation.
The love is my relaxation.
The edits are my overtime.
The silence is my ride home.

The day may be over but
I am a writer. And my work is never done.

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CayCay Godwin September 25, 2015 at 7:27 PM So, so very true - I guess this is free verse. I enjoyed it and invite you to read one of my first posts, "Rhetoric Lost Cost", or some such name - please give it a go because I'm sure you will relate ... CayCay

Eric Boddie September 24, 2015 at 1:49 PM I know exactly what you mean....writing is the never ending dream....through it all, the darkest days, the brightest nights....you might not believe the many ways I used to write....lol....I Love this sonya....;) Sonya Marshall September 24, 2015 at 7:08 PM Thank you Eric!