Writing is a Process

Words from the soul.

My mind comes to surface in the most simplest surmise, for your words have held one thousand truths, and even more lies.
Down on paper, let the ink flow free, write whatever you know, and whatever you see.
The words flow as sand through wind, the waves that crash, the light godsend.
Cold, warm, whatever they may be, write it all down, just for you and me.
Call it all down from your mind, for your heart is full, and your pen divine.
Do not stop, for the process will halt, and you will no longer feed the paper its salt.

Author's Note

Just something that popped into my mind. It's more of a word vomit, but still...

Reviews

[Belator Books]

My taste does not usually run to prose poems but I am happy to be proven wrong. For word vomit, as you called it, you did exceedingly well. I look forward to reading more of your work, nausea notwithstanding.