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,

Sometimes I follow where it goes.

– April Resnick

Because I sat on my writing desk again today.

~ by April on September 10, 2013.

Posted in Identity, Meditation, Poetry, Whimsy, Writing
Tags: Alice, Balance, creativity, Imagination, meditation, Raven, Wonderland, Writing, Writing Desk