IT TAKES ONE A LONG TIME TO BECOME YOUNG

Growing and writing

Really....why can't I get better? I haven't written much in months. Finally I have a spurt and poems come tumbling out, but I don't feel I'm improving. Same old same old. Busy with real life. Basic survival, paying house bills, giving refuge to a young kid with no where to go. Helping people solve problems they face. I enjoy that part of my self...Social Work....finding solutions to situations which baffle others.

I HAVE to be a better writer. I wait until lines flow from me, almost like it's not FROM me....but just the part of the day when my "muse"...or angel...or some inner speaker is reciting lines for me to copy. It is sporadic, many times a knawing of some burst of emotion which has to be put on paper. I don't have a voice, I just refine or clean the lines with punctuation. I do believe angels watch and guide me, as well as close people who havepassed on. I hear their little voices and nudges and I sit, and things spill out.
Lately, I have seen a burst in writing.
Here's hoping this will continue, and language will become more rich, fluid, mindful, and echoing for the reader.