You don't stop writing girl <br />You cannot stop, It is part of your nerves now. <br />Each vein looks for the proper word. <br />Each red blood corpuscle has become a syllable <br />For an imaginary poem in your mind. <br /> <br />Each beat of your heart recites a rhyme <br />A rhythm. A sonnet. A couplet. <br />Each curl in your cerebellum thinks of <br />An imagery. Another metaphor comes <br />And you grasp them with each breath. <br /> <br />You are alive girl. Go girl stop watching <br />The snow and make your imagination <br />Run wild like a snowstorm. <br /> <br />The sound of a snowfall. A snowflake <br />Layering on the side of your window pane <br />Speaks to you about this coldness <br />This beautiful sound of a very lonely song <br />Harking for Love. <br /> <br />Far away from your homeland <br />You weep for a while and then recover <br />Compose yourself and see your face in that mirror. <br />You are strong. You are as vast as the ten thousand miles <br />Away from us. <br /> <br />Go girl. Another poem knocks at the door of your heart. <br />Write it. Write about a chaff. The grain. The wheat germ. <br />Go girl. You are one of us, chosen not to speak <br />But to write. <br /> <br />I am waiting for your next poem. Gladly, I am.<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-don-t-stop-writing-girl-go-girl-go/
