Life Force

[Dark Muse]

Life Force

A page is just waiting
for a name
the fresh ink through which
it can breath and pulse
with life.

The force
that holds within
all those withering souls
for once set free
as they are spoken.

You can almost hear
the whispers
is it your release
or the tightening of chains.

Struggling with this
creation, unfolding
peel by peel.

Questions of mortality
truth obscured
reviving the corpse
to spring before the eye

[goldenrod]

It can be tough sledding as a poet or a writer as I think your poem points out to me?. Also who is doing the pushing, the idea, the characters or the author?

goldenrod.

[Dark Muse]

To me it is the muse, whatever that may be. The voice of the characters that choose you to tell thier story, the words that haunt you untill you finally put them to paper. The need to create and breath life into those who have no voice of thier own.

[firefangled]

I like the last stanza of this especially. Writing is waiting and that waiting is often hopeless. Who would come here if not forced?

[Dark Muse]

Thank you