What will I write today?
I don’t always plan, or know.
It’s like magic, when inspirations strike,
And on the paper flow.
They can take you to a Wonderland,
Or into a forest deep
Where long forgotten memories
Awaken from their sleep.
when the palette is dryer than desert sand
And my canvas remains a blank.
I’ll Cast into a stream of thought
Or favourite memory bank
Sometimes just an uttered word,
Or phrasing will suffice
It needn’t be a complex theme
Or tricky plot device
When real-life tries to intervene
And my thoughts grow circumspect
Free writes can be refreshing,
care-free moments to reflect.