Doug Lewansdowski

What is it about words in a poem that come and leave blossoms on a page but later cry out for pruning? Could it be paper and pen must make peace instead of beating up or ignoring one another.

The meat for a healthy meal is there, but technique, seasoned nuance with steady patience and a proper night’s rest adds flavor and definition. The feast waits for grilling but all the spices must blend and have a chance to get acquainted.

The process is not linear by any means. One day it feels finished, the next morning it looks and sounds like a disaster that needs cutting, shifting and fresh turns of phrase.

Has the universe shifted and does a new day arrive differently? Does a strong cup of coffee stimulate a rebirth in morning’s light that ignites the glow of inspiration circling in slumber that brings renewal? 

There are mysteries in this. The shimmering radiance that sneaks in the windows at night speaks in the morning and shout, “This ain’t right – get your butt in gear!”