Everything Written
Finds its way back under the eraser
Everything written in time finds its way back under the eraser.
Starting over with new words
Hoping each adds meaning
If not, back to the drawing board
Picking up the pencil again
Scrubbing the eraser on the written words
Words with no meaning are useless
Time has passed quickly
A little past eight
I’ll leave pencil, and paper on my desk
Time to reflect, refresh an relax
Tomorrow will come with new thoughts
Flooding back in my memory
There are reasons it takes longer
For words be remembered
Humans aren’t dictionaries
For everything written in time
Finds its way back under the eraser
Keep doing your absolute best
There’s much said of authors, writers and poets
Letting go and giving God control
Once, the hard part has been done
God instills in you the needed words
They will come easily from within your heart
Another day comes I’ll use pencil, paper and eraser
When edits are complete
The next step put things aside
Begin with your computer
Tapping on the keyboard
My words beautifully flow
Right under the image artist gets credit
The creating of story, poem or book
When all has been completed
Close the device and walk away
There’s will be another day to start over
I’ve wondered will writing get easier tomorrow?
Right now, time to rest and relax!
