WHAT IS IT
I cannot program myself
Because I am spontaneous
My writings do not follow
A certain style; the vary
This, to me, seems natural
Every time you write is wearing
Reading it could only be worse
I have a friend in Los Vegas, N.M.
He is a talented silversmith
People will interview him
Asking where his ideas come from
He couldn’t say for sure
Sometimes he had a general idea
But many times he picked up
A piece of silver looked at it and
Got the idea of where he was going
My writing is like that
I hear some words that are rhythmic
I will write them down and go from there
One line leads to the next and
Before you know it the page is full
I have made it through
The tunnel of creativity
Sometimes it feels like magic
I read my work
The silversmith holds up his work
There is delight and happiness
The gift of creativity is sacred
And never take for granted
Stanski
May 14, 2022, ^
Steve Haarman 