hand what you writing? mind asked hand kept busy the body language if I stop the window remains empty distracted mind let hand scribble away hand intuitively knew to keep moving even if mind hadn't caught up something could very well take shape eye watched saw the scribble like waste but afraid to discourage hand finally tired hand begged please eye & mind push combined weight behind or else I might just stop hand then wrote with fingers flying: 'the poet's eye peers behind the flattened scene and creates the world from what is, what was, and what will be' mind, eye & hand hugged it out gave kudos to hand then poked it to get busy again .05 2.2
The Poet’s Hand
01
Apr