I'm coming back...

I needed to hear that...it's coming...its trickling down and it's making it's way down to the tips of my fingers and I will write today in a language that the soul and mind speak...busking in the skies of inspiration with words and verbs blossoming from my heart to write and opening up and flaunt the succulent sentences...delicate and inspiring....luscious and full of flavour

Yours Truly,
Elsie

To be inspired

It takes time to write
Time for an inspiration to trickle down my fingers to scribe
Like the rain that teases to fall on a sunny morning
Can you smell the air?
...a mix of the rich earth
And all the complications that it stand on it.
The smell dances around my nose...
The winds blow and almost spin my skirt around
Tickles my nostrils and then…
...it pours down
An angry pour
One that had been waiting to splash in the fields and valleys
To wet the ground to yield its crop
Or be freed
As the ground receives with an open mouth
Drinking only to enjoy the route the water takes
To cure that desire...
It takes time to write
It needs the might of the mind and spirit to write
Just like the rain needs the earth to receive
So I write
Because I am inspired
today I am!

~EW