Sometimes I don’t

Sometimes I don’t wash for days
The written word I’m working on
cleanses deeper than water touches

Sometimes I don’t eat even
though my stomach cries
I am sustained with the fullness
of expression unrestrained

Sometimes I don’t sleep even
as my eyelids are sullen children
The lightness of my pen flies to
tuck poetic progeny in right

3 thoughts on “Sometimes I don’t

  1. At this very moment, I understand this completely. It is so true and a marvelous thing (opposed to staring at a blank page). I need to go eat.

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