My notebook
a womb of creation,
insane sanity set adrift
on paper rafts.
Random thoughts- –
a synchronous bargaining
between my right hemisphere
and nature- -a play
of light on love and words.
So many paths in the forest
I come to you
dazed- -reasoning
blown away,
creative pollen carried
on a honeysuckle wind- –
blown away.
a stormy process
in my writing ritual- –
ripples- -ideas churning lightly
below water’s evening surface- –
trout feeding on thoughts
and laughter.
My pen floats
when I dream.


Copyright 2012, by Suzie Ashby.

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