i have learned to sit
with pencil poised
over blank page-
words fly-
unbidden
from some unknown source
parked in the beltway
of mind’s eye-
emboldened
the voice speaks words
unknown before they make
their way to page-
pencil moves across line
and having spoken
the voice quiets gently
until its whisper
awakens and meets paper
again.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2011
























Comments: 33
Slips silently on a page
Giving voice to the poet.
I'm inspired to jump into your poem and add on to it.
i recently wrote a poem on inspriation as well....
blessings