An outlet,
Wings,
Liberation,
What keeps me sane,
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It is either the activity of the moment for me, or when not, at least a rumbling in the recesses of my consciousness. I can be fully engaged in gardening or any activity, and a concept or word will strike like a bolt and let me know it has to be incorporated into a poem. Even if it's just a silly limerick.
Yes, that's how it is, no warning, and like a bolt. You can't really call it or force it, it comes or it doesn't as if it had a life of its own. Thanks, Kelly
Amen! Well said, it is such a sweet release to express our soul.
Lovely comment, Bill. Very much appreciated, thank you!