Stop writing for the audience in your mind
Write for yourself and a few golden ears
Write the song of yourself
Write the song your soul sings
Write the lament of misspent youth
Write the lament of unspent youth
Write the lament of wrong choices
The lament of lost loves
Of murdered love
Of love missed and found too late.
Write songs of exuberance
Songs of the morning air smelling of fresh pine
Songs of still waters, songs of the paddle
Of the eagle swooping for fish before the boat
Of hands too cold to grip the paddle.
Songs of aching legs and aching back
Songs of coming at last to peak and pass.
Write also sad songs
Write of loneliness in the night
Write the mourning dirge for lost men
Write of the loneliness among the crowd
The feeling of one amongst many
Write the lament of not being known
Write the poets lament
The lament that seeks connection
The lament that seeks one like itself and finds none.
Write the song of love
Write the ecstasy of skin
Of bodies inseparate.
Write the moment of clothes unfastening
Of slim straps slipping off shoulders
Of nipples bared to the air.
Write the foul things whispered in the darkness
Write the ecstatic calls screamed out in the darkness
Write the weeping of fulfillment
And the emptiness of disappointment.
Write the love song of eyes meeting
The thrilling song of smiles
Write of yearning, write of longing
Days and weeks and months of wanting.
Write whatever is within
Whatever sadness and joy is within
Give it word and voice,
Choose carefully the words
and beware how it sounds in mind
Then write it and sing it anyway.
Write it for yourself!
Write it to quell the fires
Write it to fill the void
It is sustenance
It is vital
It is the breath of life.
Write of the sunrise glimpsed in the morning
And the sadness of sunsets
Of the stars that make you small
And the inner life bigger than all.
Write the song of your children
Write the song of their laughter
Write the song of upturned faces
The song of small hugs
Write the song of defiance
The stomping of small feet
The song of young anger
The song of crying.
Write the quiet song of exhaustion
And the song of desperation
Write the lullabies for tired faces
The Lulla lulla lullabies
Write the sound of I love you
Spoken in little voices
Write Tou ra lou ra lou ra
The songs of tucking in.
Write the song of beauty
The song of little beauties
The quiet soft singing of the beauty in ordinary things.
Write it so you can see it
Write to remind yourself it’s there
Write so others might see it through you.
Don’t write for followers
Don’t write for likes
Don’t write for workshops
Don’t write for prompts.
The only prompt the prompt of your heart
The prompt of pain
The prompt of beauty seen and felt and tasted.
The prompt of life’s beginning
The prompt of nature’s perfection
The prompt of well-formed limbs
The prompt of beautiful bodies
Of youthful smooth bodies
And wrinkled old bodies
Of broken tortured bodies
And shitting, shaking, sick bodies,
Of fucking, sucking, sensual bodies!
The prompt of life’s ending
The prompt of smiling death
The prompt of bodies stilled by death.