A PERFECT STORM
The weatherman's predictions are unclear.
I venture forth with pencil in hand.
Balmy prose are expected, but I prepare for inclement choices.
My umbrella is a well researched outline.
Writing is a breeze.
Idea clouds swirl above.
The sky opens up.
Lightning strikes.
I throw aside my umbrella, letting myself be drenched in inspiration.
Words flood my mind.
A flurry of letters pelt my paper.
Drifts of pages accumulate by my side.
Then,
As quickly as it came, the storm gives way to clear blue.
All is still except one fresh draft.
A draft carrying with it the promise of sunny skies.
© 2017 David McMullin. All rights reserved.
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Those inclement choices are enough to make anyone want to stay under the covers. Wonderful metaphor, David, and a terrific poem!
ReplyDeleteI love this!
ReplyDeleteThank you. My original intention was to show how difficult writing can be using the storm metaphor. But next thing I knew, the storm was the hero. A pleasant surprise.
ReplyDeleteI love the storm metaphor. My favorite part is how the storm turned out to be the "good guy." I didn't expect that. Nice job!
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