My last line of a 30 day
stretch has to be epic,
take the breath and leave
them wanting more. I
can’t expect anything less
than perfection after honing
a craft for so long.
Practice makes perfect and
sets in motion the obsession.
I must write to keep the
darkness at bay and look
with light at my deepest
Line will keep me anchored and
attached to this reality as my
head tends to float in water.
Lofty ideas have their hooks in me
and I’m not afraid to explore and take
them to the next level of
A violin plays in the
background and I have no
other recourse but to fall
in love with every note.
In 30 days, we’ve come
so far and I’m not turning back
the time to where I was before,
I’m facing forward and those
in motion tend to stay in motion.
A motion I will continue. A spark
I cannot ignore.
Notes carry me all the way to the
words that flow from my fingers.
The last line of a 30 day stretch
has to be…perfect. It has to feel
right and end on a fair motive,
violin dies and silence
ensues as Stevie Nicks is on the
Edge of Seventeen.
Blues accompanies her and allows my
thoughts to flow at a slower pace,
taking me deep into those dark
abscesses that cry for release
as a guitar is pouring my soul
out in its strings. The last line
has to provide resolve or
it questions forever and denies
tranquility. In 30 days I
have poured my heart
and soul into the words
that come from my fingertips,
they roll off the tip of the tongue
and give flesh and blood to the
bone weary that I am. The last line
has to be….brave.
M. Willcox (photo by M. Willcox)
Day 30 – Poetry Gone Wild – NaPoWriMo with Magaly Guerrero 2015
I will seriously miss this….and you all 😉