A Writer's Malaise
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A writer's challenge
Is like any artist's…
A many sided coin flipped.
Feel, see, hear, dream
Sweats tasted, presenting pasts
Saw, felt, heard, and dreamt
Bringing future in to bear.
Not just a flat, slim coin, mind you...
A presence coin, flipped of immeasurable depth
Holding saved wisdom's placement.
Search boxes present, now titled past
Waiting for more recent future’s to come.
___*___
Thoughts unbidden, spinning out
The webs they soon are to become
Gut-guided by Spider Muse
Desire, worry, quick mind.
The space of it boggles restless spirit
Wishes hoped, or not, in widest breadth manifesting so
Look close, they hold universes hanging
Teasing’s, like bright ornaments.
___*___
Such shining candles
Come I uneasy into that mass?
Then answer, what tethers me here
In who’s chosen spot...
For to go on and on is my own choice.
Directing where, and use
Is how now, I am the changed ‘I am’.
Please don't get me started
After all, I’m a working writer
And like most all writers
I have a friend nearby…
To keep me on my toes.
Copyright © Brian Rusch | Year Posted 2025
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