on writing

The need to write overwhelms me sometimes. I always keep a note pad and pen by my bedside for those "middle of the night" inspirations. It is amazing what will trigger them. Sometimes a song, a poem, a moving picture, or just a random smile by a bypasser on the street... the need to write, the ardent desire to express oneself. At times it comes quietly, while I wash dishes. Of course, I have to drop everything and feed the beast. Other times, it wells up like a storm, slowly churning away in the quietest corners of my soul, but increasingly becoming ever so loud. Again, I find myself, grabbing for my ipod or my notebook, just to capture a flash of those ideas. It is like taking a photograph, writing is. If you don't catch that perfect moment, you might have just missed. At least, I find that to be true when it comes to poetry. it comes to me almost as in a song, a whisper, a world away, ever so soft and tender, other times it takes a more determined, courageous tone...a dare, perhaps. a call of something, that I fear but I want; something that I both negate and desire. almost like a passionate love. forbidden.
My ardent desire to write.