Ray Bradbury says

If you want to write, if you want to create, you must be the most sublime fool that God ever turned out and sent rambling. You must write every single day of your life. You must read dreadful dumb books and glorious books, and let them wrestle in beautiful fights inside your head, vulgar one moment, brilliant the next. You must lurk in libraries and climb the stacks like ladders to sniff books like perfumes and wear books like hats upon your crazy heads. I wish you a wrestling match with your Creative Muse that will last a lifetime. I wish craziness and foolishness and madness upon you. May you live with hysteria, and out of it make fine stories.... Which finally means, may you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. And out of that love, remake a world.

C.b. Roberts writes

The Love Letter

I'm about write to you a love letter

That will rival all before.

One that should be framed

For all to see...to be adored.

I pick up my pen

And it's a fight between the wills.

What I want and what I need

Spinning out of control…time stands still.

Locked in a trance,

A terrifying stare.

The pen and the paper,

One is full, yet one is bare.

I’m not about to pour out my heart,

Not going to bare to you my soul.

This is not about my useless feelings,

Holding on or letting go.

I’m not about to right any wrongs,

Not gonna dim any lights.

What the darkness has revealed

Can never be hidden in the light.

I feel the pressure building

So I stand…ready.

Though my quill is trembling

My nerves are sure and steady.

The dam breaks,

I let go with all my might.

Jaw clenched, my teeth are grinding,

Hellacious screams pierce the night.

The words are flowing like a river,

I can barely read my scrawl.

I'm holding nothing back,

This time—I'll say it all.

Faster and faster

Like an overflowing cup.

The ink covers the paper,

No chance in hell of keeping up. 

With tears streaming down my face

I say all that's left unsaid.

I'm committed to see it through

And write the words you've never read.

No more questions, no more answers,

I don't even wonder why.

This letter that I have written

Only holds the word "Goodbye".

 

Kati Short writes

Heaven Foreshadowed

I found a piece of
heaven today
It was not
up in the sky
but on highway ninety-nine
There was no shady glen
with cherubs playing lutes.
Instead we drove
wordlessly under
a bright cloudless sky
on mediocre asphalt
my left hand rested
on his leg
my right scribbled
frivolous verse
a satellite beamed
Mendessohn then Holst
We are still in love
We are at peace.

Laurie Kuntz writes and shoots

Austin Belanger writes

Demagogue

The red side did holler and clenched it's jaws tight,
And the blue replied sternly and braced for a fight,
But the middle gave ground as the chasm appeared,
And each side drew back on their cliff-face a-feared!
But neither side reached out a hand to assist,
As some tried to come down and fell into the rift.

Soon none could recall why there was such a clash,
Between brothers and sisters,
Acting so rash.
Forgetting the common,
The strength of their clan.
Becoming the pawns of one called "the man."
Some tried to reach 'cross the chasm they'd made,
But too deep and wide,
The distance forbade.

So they clung to their cliff-faces,
Dumbfounded and lost,
Blindly ignoring the toll and the cost
Of ideological lies and deceit;
The end of their tribe did their war make them meet.

Sirinya shoots

Aloha Lavina writes and shoots

Hrvatski Haiku

Ja sam neopjevana pjesma                I am an unsung poem,

u kutija u Zagrebu                             in a box, in Zagreb

pjevanje u tisini                                 singing in silence