Thoughts that never made it - Intro

Today, I'm going to start a series on words that never made it to print.  I like them so I'm going to put them here.

The first entry explains why:

Noisy crowds of words 

Live in my head

Clamoring for freedom

All want to go.

They drop from my mind 

And slip down my arm

To fall from my pen

One letter at a time

Strings of words,

Forming themselves into

sentences, stories, poems . . .

I wonder 

Where did they come from?

And who they belong to?

Sometimes writing is easy

sometimes it's hard,

sometimes I just feel

empty and used up.

Too tired to think

Weary from pen and keyboard

I need to rest and renew

Until words are once more

Jammed in my head

Screaming to be let out.

Then it feels good.  Like 

Putting a baby to an overfull breast

Ever mindful that the breast too

Needs to rest and fill up again.

  Marilynne