I heard the call today
no fanfare
no importantly marked delivery
Just the call
the invitation
nothing more
my mind tried to dismiss it
disbelieve it
but I could feel it there
tugging
lodged
deep within a place my mind cannot touch
I heard the call
and I followed.
*artwork by nancy eckels*
About chimerapoet
I write. I write a lot. A. LOT. There are times I am half blind with a sentence ricocheting off the walls of my stupid, cant be shut off to save my life, brain. I am miserable until I get it down on paper. Punch it up a bit. Usually cross out half of it. And then breathe. Relax. Only to do it all again.....
But I just thought that was me. How I am. Not a writer....noooo...not me. Writers are.....writing people. People Who Write. REALLY write. Write things that matter. All grown up very important things. Not.....me. I am just a scribbler of sorts.
And I was/am content with that....if it's true, well then....a scribbler am I.
Until the thought wormed its way in to my brain (the furtive sneaky bitch) that maybe...just maybe...that is writing. My style. My strange way. But....still writing.
So here I am at the dance. Not sure I know any of the moves and the music is entirely mine. But.....only one way to find out. Would you care to join me?
Chimera Poetry 