Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Waiting & Creating

Waiting at the Largo library

I think of things to write -– they pass through my mind like a summer breeze—unexpected, refreshing, and gone. Now, I write and wonder in which direction they have floated—molecules of creativity. I wish I had a little vacuum to draw them back to re-form into sentence gems or story.

I try not to lust for:
Mountains and their majesty – but I do
For bare skin touching mine – but I do
For a paycheck for time spent writing – but I do
For my doorbell to ring, hands to reach out, these flowers are for you
Because your soul is beautiful
For a firm hand on my back guiding me in a Rumba
For a waterfall under which I’d stand
Laughing and singing – but I do
For money in my pocket for a ticket to hear a symphony
But I do

Now the parking lot fills, a line forms at the library door . . . it lifts my heart to see so many waiting for the doors of learning to swing wide open—to read the words of writers—early on a Monday morning in January.


AmandaZ said...

There is something about a man's firm hand in the small of your back . . . whether he is leading you in a Rumba or guiding you through an open doorway.

As for the paycheck from writing, keep on truckin baby . . . you are almost there.

Dianne P said...

Hi Jan! Hope you have had a MARVELOUS January and February and we look forward to your next post with great eagerness!! See you in March! Dianne P.

Cate Bronson said...

Jan, you make a wonderful point about the creativity of waiting and writing. A writer cannot record every creative thought that flows, but as you’ve eloquently portrayed in your blog, those fleeting artistic moments serve to inspire and motivate. Keep up the great work, and may that paycheck for time spent writing arrive soon.