Driving Force
It's hard now
to recall that driving force
which raged stormed
through my mind
all those years
of apprenticeship.
as images struggled
to shape
lines of thought, words…
to mould twist pound
conjure clay
pliable grey matter.
my rules I learned
by listening
hearing rhythm
slow - sound - spaces
important gaps
tones of oration
ownership.
coloured vibrant
free flying
love language
sent to torment
provoke
warm tears
in a readers
heart-mind.
© MRL 06-09-2011
