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Alone in a strange place,
sitting at an old dining room table,
in a cool room with little light,
I organize new thoughts and write.

It’s not that I have much to say,
today, more than any other,
but ideas like magma push through
my crust of consciousness exploding 
onto the page as words and phrases.

The quiet room, an elixir, motivator and guide,
allows freedom of expression
and contact with deep places
I reach only when dreaming.

Strong ideas and uncontrollable inspiration
builds with every word,
until the climax forces a halt to newness,
giving transcription time to keep pace.

When family returns and silence is put away,
the notebook is closed, and I take my place
joining the conversation, as if nothing happened.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Date: 1/11/2019 10:15:00 PM
It is amazing, when thoughts are set free. When the imagination has come out to play, and words are like moments upon the page. Just ready to create a masterpiece. Art in motion. :) I love the way you have ended this. When the world becomes noisy again, it's like nothing has ever happened. So true. ~ Brandy
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Gerald Greene
Date: 1/12/2019 6:40:00 AM
Ah, writers like yourself relate to this truth of inspiration that all artists enjoy.