It's Not Just That

jacqueline | July 11, 2022, 2:38 p.m. Might be a poem

What do writers do? 

They write.

What do they do when they don't write??

They think. 

So many thoughts 

So many missed opportunities 

Great ideas lost in the minds very distant eye

But when the chance is precented

To write those thoughts down

Even if they don't make sense then

Something mattered enough to not forget it

A possible stroke of genius

Could just be an unconscious thought 

the answer to our prayers

Letting go of all this grappling 

between the need to control and let go

and the thoughts we allow to flow

Reconstruct and resonate 

Rebuild and recreate 

All the memories souped up together 

Being picked at random by spoon full

The smells that bring you back there

The taste that makes you hungry 

It's all there inside our minds

Only to be remembered for that second

As you walk past the blooming tree 

Or the oak wood fence 

The smell of pine 

a familiar feeling

Writing

Can bring all of that back 

All those feeling 

All the colors and the smells

It's all there 

Behind the words

You paint your picture 

bring it to life

give it color, motion, light

Every breath brings you deeper 

To that sacred special place 

The one where memories are swimming pools 

Clear waters that go for miles down 

Forever exploration.

It's not just writing.