Now I live only in the company of a few disobedient words.
—Anton Chekhov
I never quite know when I'm not writing. Sometimes my wife comes up to me at a party and says, "Dammit Thurber, stop writing." She usually catches me in the middle of a paragraph.
—James Thurber
They asked me if I were on a desert island and knew nobody would ever see what I wrote, would I go on writing. My answer is most emphatically yes, I would go on writing for company.
—William Burroughs
I Will Write All Day
I will write all day, today, not try to squeeze
creativity between a this or a that,
between nowhere and somewhere to be.
My imagination will stretch with the
bright morning shadows creeping slowly
across the green shimmering leaves.
I will see a flower and create a dedication,
dive into a juicy, ripe papaya and a sonnet will appear.
A sestina with my morning cup of tea.
A long essay with my afternoon meal.
A haiku will tell of the coconuts' fall from the sky,
with a drum role to match the syncopated rain.
A love poem will greet the setting sun and
I will meet the weariness of the evening sky
with a bedtime verse, close my eyes and go to sleep.
Tomorrow, I will write all day, again,
of this wondrous, glorious experience, my life.
Photo Credit: Letter Writing by Ana Damian-Romania, oil on canvas.