How I Write

I grab a pen and a clean sheet of paper

Pen kissing paper, a dot appears.

I move it up and down, round and round, swirling and straight, 

Gee, there’s a letter!

Again and again, my pen dances and twirls,

The paper still, patiently it waits.

And my sleeping mind is wakened, giving birth to a thought

As letters become word, and the words become a sentence, then sentences.

Lines and lines of sentences form paragraphs as thoughts run wild bearing more 

And then, a story is born.