The Ecstasy of Writing
Scrape against these plain white sheets
As lead to paper cleaves
Leave lines to trace, stories to tell
Make clear my mind of uncertainty
My hands clench firmly, hesitant to tremble
Expressing these desires comes so naturally
A gleaming tip- brimming ink
Presses down straining harder, repeatedly
Here are the sweet nothings born
They caress. Sweet stimulation!
Finding the right words to say
Being followed by dance of floundering jubilation
These little private moments
That from body your breath do take
Are cherished and revelled in by me
And passing time a pleasure make.
JE LEEST
The Ramblings of A Lunatic
OverigThis is a record of the thoughts in my head through the current span of my life. It is not a novel. It will have pieces of poetry and full blown rants. I hope that anyone reading this will be able to relate. And if you actually are reading this 'jo...
