sometimesihatemycat

So I climbed atop my writing desk,

Sat still and quiet for a while,

Not in front or underneath,

To stop the verses running wild.

There was an air duct next to me,

Attempting quite to suck me in,

I felt myself lean toward it,

Wanting to squeeze between the vents.

Desirous craving is not helpful,

Many cloistered men have preached,

If I succeed and quell my passion,

Then what compels creative reach?

So I stay balanced with my books and pens,

Attention there under my nose,

Still I allow imagination leeway,

And Sometimes I follow where it goes.

— by me

(Photographer unknown so here is where I found the picture.)

http://theresalduncan.typepad.com/witostaircase/2007/01/from_the_writer.html

~ by April on March 22, 2013.

Posted in Meditation, Poetry, Whimsy
Tags: Balance, Craving, creativity, Desire, Imagination, meditation, poetry, Quills, Raven, Writing, Writing Desk