There are so many distractions,
The world conspires.
Writing is a priority,
Don’t get that wrong.
Found enigma of obsession,
In minute non-art.
Writing shall fail to come to be,
Bring forth the life of life undone,
To eat feast of not.
Writing nourishes the me,
Advancement of self consumes much,
but this too shall pass.
Writing in the night sets mind free,
To wander now.
A poet I’m not. This one brought to you by the need for focus. Consider it my form of doodling. I’m going to have a new installment of Rue From Ruin for you this Friday. I’m editing right now. Well. I’m editing this post. I’m also editing Rue Part 3. It’s close.
If you’re feeling like me, it might be a good time to go back and read about The Law of the Bamboo Tree.
Enjoy a free GIF on me: