Did You Know I could Stay Here All Day? #Poetry

Did you know I could stay here all day?

writing and wasting away

words keep coming

releasing a gorge

an orgy of thumping dancing syllables surge

playing on my tongue, jumping in my head

begging to display.

I love this feeling, intensity and healing

pleasing my body with lusciousness reeling,

 bleeding from my mouth to my page.

Did you know I could stay here all day?

penning and pining, bated breath reclining

   waiting, for something to say.

it’s nighttime now, but time is out of place

when images are flying, bouncing from space

 to grace this page alive,

 with such disgrace

emboldened, completely burning away.

Did you know I could stay here all day?

©️Jay Mora-Shihadeh

Photo by Lisa Fotios from Pexels

Original Post first blogged on Feb. 9th 2020

This poem came up, when my wife and I were talking about how fast time goes by, when you are in that flow of creativity as an artist. And, I wrote this as an expression of that experience, and damnit, it’s hard to pull ones self away from that flow, to attend to the ever nagging “tasks”, that prey on me, on a daily basis. This will forever be my love and my potential demise, I suppose. arggghh!

#Poetry #Rhymes #Healing #Writing

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  1. You are so right about the flow…I sometimes call it a trance because it’s this zone unlike anything else and it’s quite magical! Beautiful piece Jay, I always love your work and you inspire me as a poet and person!!! Keep shining friend, much love 🖤🖤

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