It is a consuming obsession. The need to write. One awakes with words running around in one's brain. Colliding, bouncing, eluding. It is chaotic. Every where an eye lands or every sound the ear hears needs to be described. Every taste, smell and sensation must. be. recorded. NOW! An urgency before the words collide into a pile to be sneezed out of one's mind. And oh the joy from the words!
the man moons
the trees bark, the dog leaves
the words play
© Janice Adcock
Thanks to Chèvrefeuille for daily prompts on