Private Writing

Sitting quietly alone, shuffling words,

In a clandestine way is exciting.

I get great joy from such solitary exile;

Being a lover of private writing.

–

It’s hard to escape the poetical bent,

Or a story that starts in your head;

And the race to capture the thoughts as they swirl,

Before you lose the thread.

–

There is no word strong enough,

Nor gentle enough to convey,

How precious it is for a writer to pen

In their own particular way.

There is no formula complex enough

To prescribe what a writer requires.

Each individual has their own working code

That helps, supports and inspires.

–

For me it’s a case of leaving

The real world far behind.

To immerse myself in the imaginary,

With no time restraints in mind.

–

With an addiction to narrative and rhyme,

The challenge is always exciting.

I get great joy from such solitary exile;

Being a lover of private writing.